Chapter 3The week leading up to Christmas is crazy busy; according to the weather forecast, a blizzard is looming on the horizon, but we’ll have a few days of mostly clear skies before it hits. Everyone wants to get the build done before the holidays so we can have a few days off, and we roll up our collective sleeves and get to work. All I do is eat, work, and fall into bed when I get home, ignoring messages from anyone but Gramma, who needs reassuring that yes, I’m eating, and no, I’m not working myself to death. The storm gets pushed back another day, and when Friday arrives and we finish just as darkness falls, everyone cheers, even the foreman who usually isn’t one for expressions of happiness.
Some of the others want to celebrate with a drink after work, but I’m too tired. I dream o
