Chapter 5
Tom
“If I was wrong as often as meteorologists, I’d be fired.”
He looked out his window, on the other side of which sleet poured from angry gray clouds. The forecast had only called for light snow showers, and now they had two inches of snow getting covered with ice. Weather like this made his garage parking space well worth the money, as Tom was not a masochist and therefore did not enjoy prying solid ice off his car.
“Nature is humbling in its unpredictability,” said Alex. “We can look inside a beating heart and send probes beyond our solar system, but we still can’t know with any certainty what the weather will be tomorrow. Reminds us all technology has limitations.”
Tom already knew it, and would’ve preferred to skip the latest demonstration. For one thing, he hadn’t got
