Ryan
Thanksgiving had been bad. There were storms, so Harry couldn’t get back to Chicago. Instead, he spent the day with friends from work, nice people whose quiet lives barely intersected each other’s, let alone Harry’s. It kept snowing. Cars got stuck. Batteries died. The kids watched The Wizard of Oz endlessly, rerunning each mind-jamming song. The best part, waking warm, silent, alone on Friday morning, with three clear days ahead of him, seemed even less promising. Then the p