On Monday at noon, Kristina struggled to keep her mind busy and her nerves at bay while she and Cody stood near the train station, awaiting the arrival of Cody"s parents.
After another brief warming trend, the day had turned bitingly cold, and little puffs of frozen breath emanated from them and from the other people assembled to await the arrivals.
Kristina"s hand trembled on Cody"s arm, and she felt sure it was not entirely from the chill. He patted her reassuringly. She gave him a worried glance and then turned to look at the scenery.
Well, such scenery as it is. The train station—located at the southernmost part of town—consisted of little more than an open-sided, barn-like structure with a red roof and four stout pillars to hold it up, which provided minimal shelter for those disem
