Chapter 4
Patrick kicked a clump of snow and regretted it when the cold white powder fluffed up and landed inside his shoe, turning the top of his sock wet. He was cold to the point that his feet were nearly numb, and it was seeping up his legs. He’d stopped and looked at warmer clothes, but they were expensive.
An investment, that’s what my dad would call it. Buy it now, use it for years. I guess Dad was never this close to broke. Hopefully I don’t get frostbite. I can’t afford to go to the hospital, or even the clinic.
The wind danced down the street and played around his neck and ears. He shrugged his shoulders, trying to stay warm. He’d visited ten stores so far, six yesterday and four more today. The Brants had let him print off resumes and he’d handed out most of them, but always
