Chapter 4: Now ShowingFresh snow had been deposited overnight. When Pete woke and looked out the bedroom window, what he thought was his sister’s morning explosion of hacking and wheezing was a shovel scraping pavement. Didi, again in their father’s boots and wearing a Cincinnati Reds stocking cap, was flinging snow to her left and right.
Pete raced down to the back door. “Are you completely crazy?! Don’t you have a blower!? Your lung capacity would fit in a shot glass!”
“Neighbor kids usually do it, but they didn’t turn up.” She huffed. “We gotta lay the old men to rest. I just decided to get ‘er done. Coffee’s made. It’s really strong. You won’t see the bottom of your cup.”
He moved to the island, where her laptop’s screensaver was a rousing game of Quidditch. He slid the Aughe Herald
