My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

had given us the night of the blizzard, worn soft now from a decade of use.

“Is it going to be like the bad night, Mommy?”

I moved to make room for her and she climbed in beside me and I wrapped the quilt around us both. The apartment was warm. The refrigerator was full. The door had a deadbolt and I had the only key, and the key meant safety now and continue reading …