C
ap stood at the kitchen sink watching the snow come tumbling down in sheets, a wall of white so thick it completely obscured the church. Crystallized flakes stuck to the panel of glass, creating a round portal that would get smaller and smaller until there’d be no view left at all.
He washed dishes and Tess dried. The last of the funeral-goers had left an hour ago, and the two of them had slowly and meticulously restored order to the house—threw away trash, emptied cans of beer, stored leftover food in plastic Tupperware, scraped dishes, and washed about a dozen casserole pans.
Tess had been quiet the latter half of the night. Distracted and inside that bubble she carried around her. Cap wrung out the washrag, dried his hands, and took her by the elbow to gain her attention.
“Thanks
