An Elderly Woman Warned Me Not To Touch The Snow—The Next Morning, I Understood Why

thing was, just that morning, Vernon had grumbled that the driveway needed clearing. The drifts were piling up, the walkways were buried. He’d ordered me to take care of it by evening so the paths would be clear for his departure. Otherwise, he said, he couldn’t turn the car around.

And here some strange woman was whispering about snow.

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