Sam did not know this much water existed on the Earth. Wasn’t ninety percent of it supposed to be contained in the oceans?
He figured he had the other ten percent in his basement. Still. The stripe on his credit card was starting to malfunction he’d run it so many times in that ratty old reader at the hardware store. He hadn’t been able to buy dinner last night with that card, and it wasn’t because he didn’t have money.
He expected Bonnie’s call in the next several minutes, as she’d been calling close to eight o’clock every night. The sun had shone all day, but Sam wasn’t sure if he should be glad about that or worried that even more snow had melted in the mountains.
“I love you,” Sam practiced as he put a frying pan on the stove. Westin’s wife had brought him a plastic container of chi
