Snow Bound

by Blake Crouch

“Is your client the bad guy again?” Will smiled. “You and your mother. I’m not really supposed to think of it that way, sweetheart.” “What’d he do?” His little girl’s face had turned ruddy in the sunset and the fading light brought out lighter strands in her otherwise-midnight-dark hair. “He allegedly—” “What’s that mean?” “Allegedly?” “Yeah.” “Means it’s not been proven. He’s accused of selling drugs.” “Like what I take?” “No, your drugs are good. They help you. He was selling, allegedly selling, bad drugs to people.” “Why are they bad?” “Because they make you lose control.” “Why do people take them?” “They like how it makes them feel.” “How does it make them feel?” He kissed her forehead and looked at his watch. “It’s after eight, Devi. Let’s go bang on those lungs.”