The winter seems to drag on and on. Snowy days followed by gray ones followed by more snow. Bessie can’t figure out why summer goes by so fast, but winter seems to last forever. She’s tired of wearing boots and mitts and hats and a heavy wool coat every day to go to Jason’s farm for school. Put them on, take them off, put them on.
Her mother drives her on days she’s going to run errands after dropping off Art at his office. Sometimes, they stop by to see Maureen and John and the twins on the way home. Those are Bessie’s favorite days.
She never mentions to Heather that she hopes she’ll see Leif, but she knows her mother doesn’t miss a thing.
When he’s there, he’s often shoveling out the long driveway and the wrap-around porch. He always waves to them as they drive in, standing there in
