Chapter 3

Bill nodded. “Then you’ll be clearing the roads, or towing stranded motorists out of snowdrifts.” Frank and his two sons owned the only gas station in Middleton, and were paid by the town to keep the roads as snow-free as possible during the winter months.

Frank chuckled. “My big season, while the rest of you pray the skiers will come into town on their way up the hill to the resort, to see what’s what.”

He had a point, as things definitely slowed down in the winter. Most of the shops stayed open, but only on the weekends. Business at the B&B, and the small guest house across the street from Studio 25, tapered off, but there were always a few guests—either regulars like the Greenes, who came up for special occasions, or motorists who wanted to get off the highway to avoid a pending storm.