“I’m not driving with you.” Winter flies off the front steps into the storm, flakes swarming her like she’s living inside a snow globe. “Okay.” “I don’t even want to talk to you.” “Well then, stop,” I tell her with a chuckle as I come to stand at the top of the stairs. Her mouth opens and then closes. “You are so annoying.” “Is that a medical diagnosis?” “I . . .” She looks away and I swear I see her lips twitch. “Good lord, you are unbelievable.”
