Let It Snow: A Friendly Menage Tale
After a while, once Helen’s tears had subsided, they all started getting ready to sleep. Al turned the car off and they rolled out their sleeping bags.
Al took one look at Helen’s thin, fiber-filled bag and raised an eyebrow.
“What?” she said defensively. “I’ve slept in this a million times.”
Not unkindly, Al shook his head. “Was the temperature lower than sixty?”
“No.” Helen felt ridiculous. How was she supposed to know that they’d need winter survival gear?
“Look,” Tommy suggested, “we were going to zip ours together. There’ll be more than enough room. We promise not to invite any underage prostitutes to join us.”
When Helen gawked at her so-called friend, Al gave the back of Tommy’s head a gentle slap. He turned to her apologetically. “Really,
