Jimmy took the letter, check, and list of support groups out of my hand and folded them back into the envelope as Stone hugged me one more time.
“We can talk about this in town. Right now, we gotta get you moved.”
“What? I can’t go anywhere. Everybody’s coming up here for dinner tonight,” I protested as I mopped up my cheeks and eyes.
“No, actually, nobody’s coming up here tonight. We’ll eat in town. The forecasters say there’s a huge storm building, and it’ll hit in the late afternoon,” Stone explained. “The ski operators are ecstatic. From the way they’re talking about this, it’ll be the f*****g storm of the century.”
I looked around the kitchen, at the soup simmering away, at the piles of refuse in the trash bins. We couldn’t get this place winterized and closed up in a few hours. W
