Chapter 3

“Let me just say that the dog, Hornfuzz, is higher than me.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Trust me, you’ll see.

The couple stare out the windshield at the falling snow. Torrents of wind blow large flakes against the glass, accumulating on the wipers. Nothing of the day proves warm as the sun sets, changing the grey skies of winter into compatible darkness.

Jonah turns up the heat inside the truck.

Sandy asks, “What about your sister?”