Justine
That night the snow began. It began gently, and Justine didn’t notice it as she climbed the stairs with Angela for bed, but when she woke she could tell by the pale light that snow had fallen and was falling still. Through the window the flakes were so dense they hid the lake behind a curtain of white. She remembered the talk in Ray’s and how she’d planned to stop at the Safeway. She leaned her head against the cool windowpane.
Angela was still asleep in Lucy’s double bed, wearing one of Justine’s sweatshirts. The night before, when Justine and Angela had come upstairs, Justine had eased open the girls’ door to give Melanie a grilled cheese sandwich, since she’d missed supper. Melanie was in her bed, reading one of the Emily books. The books had sat on the floor of Lucy’s bedroom
