Chapter 18
“It’s snowing. Hard.” Memory stood next to the front window of her shop, watching the snow plummet to the earth like the down of an angry goose.
“It’s fine,” Ellie assured her, straightening the items behind the cash register. “Caroling is better with a little snow.”
“This isn’t a little snow. Look at it, Ellie. It’s practically a white out.”
Ellie chuckled. “Honey, just because you don’t like to sing, that doesn’t mean you should let it ruin your evening. You haven’t had much time to see Dak at all this week, and if I recall, he’s not going to be here too much longer. You should probably spend your time wisely.”
Memory pulled herself away from the window and checked the clock again. It was a quarter till 5:00. She’d be locking up soon, heading home to eat dinner and put on
