March 11, 2015, Truckee-Tahoe AirportThe girls step off Alcott"s private plane onto Truckee Tahoe Airport"s tarmac. A biting wind pushes them through the gate and inside the small terminal. Laura rushes in with a shiver, and quickly pulls a ski parka from her carry on and exclaims, “It"s freezing here!”
“Anything below Charleston"s balmy eighty degrees is freezing,” Tara says, pulling a beige faux fur-lined hat over her head. “Ms. Chicago, the cold is nothing for you.”
“Wow, Tara,” Leanne says, “you should see yourself in that hat. Your eyes look wolfish surrounded by fur.”
“I feel like an animal wearing this thing,” Tara says widening her hazel eyes. “Aren"t you cold?”
“No. I"m enjoying this after Charleston"s hot weather. Kinda makes me homesick for Chicago"s winters, but our snow is
