Claire woke the next morning to find a sea of white drifts outside her window. No tracks marked the lane in front of the house. She dressed and made her way downstairs to find her father at the table sipping coffee. He had on a cardigan sweater and there were slippers on his feet instead of his usual business attire.
"Radio said the city is shut down," her father told her. "The trolley isn"t running either, least not until they can get the horses and plows out to clear the way."
"There are biscuits and sausage for breakfast in the kitchen," her mother said, entering the dining room with a pot of coffee to refill Tag O"Connor"s cup.
"Go on now and get your plate. Your dad is going to need help later shoveling off the walk."
"How am I going to get to work?" asked Claire. The thought of b
