Chapter 14
AC now: Three stars. Maybe there’s hope yet.
The organization that owned the venue the 12 Drummers Drumming would be playing at the next afternoon was putting them up in a small motel for the night. The place was aglow in multi-colored lights, all flashing at different times. AC, with Spud in his arms, noticed Rick glancing up into the illumination flaring out from the streetlamp in one corner, instead, to watch a flurry of snowflakes wildly spinning and twisting in an easy breeze.
“So pretty,” Rick said at AC’s side.
“Y-yes. The l-lights?”
“We don’t have strobes in the show,” Rick said. “I do have to be careful.” He kept his back to the motel façade.
“Hope the roads don’t get bad.” Manny kicked at some dirt, barely dusted in white.
“I don’t think it’s going to amount to
