“Hello?” I walk into the quiet house. “Where’s everybody?”
I check my watch. It’s noon. They can’t be sleeping still.
As I take my coat off, through the window, I see the morbidly obese snowman Sheryl and I built with Peaches’s help. The man looks a little like Don Corleone with a cowboy hat. Peaches wanted a cowboy snowman. We even put Sheryl’s old Screaming Eagle red leather boots on him.
“Hello?” I enter the silent kitchen.
Seconds later, I catch sight of Summer, Winter, and Alistair in the backyard. They’re sitting in their coats, chatting around the snow-covered table. I slide the patio door open. “What are you guys doing out here?”
Alistair smiles at me. “Talking.”
“I see.” I wink at Summer. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”
Winter looks over at me. She’s wearing a black bomber jacket. “
