Justine
The storm dumped three feet of snow in two days. After it passed, Matthew got up before dawn and cleared the road and Justine’s driveway with a plow he attached to the front of his truck. Justine lay listening to the rumble of the big engine shuddering through the heavy air, and when he was done she got up and used his shovel to carve a path to the carport, then drove the girls to school. In the diner the crowd buzzed with stories – about the tree that fell on Mike Potter’s truck and how Maisy was still stuck out at her mother’s. When Justine ordered her coffee, Ray asked how she’d weathered the storm in a way that sounded as though she’d been concerned about her. Justine said they’d done fine, thank you.
A green station wagon with New Mexico plates was parked in the driveway whe
