Snowed In
I watched as the snow drifted heavily against the window, and knew that soon we would be snowed in for the winter. It happened every year and we were well stocked with food in preparation. Claire loved the snow, but I think what she liked most about winter was the enforced containment of her husband, who during the warmer months would while the hours away doing manly things like fixing the lawn mower, returning at the end of the day to grunt monosyllabically over supper. However, now there were no distractions and he was hers, I was hers, all hers; hours of quality time and conversation.
She sat down at the table and placed the box in front of me, smiling gleefully, “Scrabble?”



