Chapter 5

The snow was deeper now, and the trip took longer than when they’d arrived. Henry took Jimmy’s backpack from the floor of the front seat and put it on. He took his suitcase from the trunk, and pulled up the handle. He’d have to drag it through the snow, while at the same time balancing the pies in his other hand. Maybe he should have considered Jimmy coming with him. He took the pies from the backseat and locked the doors.

It was slow going, and several times he had to stop and rest. It was nearly dark now, and the path he’d made going out to the car was already obliterated by fresh snow. He could smell the smoke from the fire before he saw the faint glow coming through the cracks in the boarded windows. He was relieved. He wasn’t altogether sure he hadn’t made a wrong turn.

All the way back he’d thought of Jimmy and the situation he found himself in. He wondered at his attraction to his former student, and if Jimmy felt any of what Henry was feeling for him.