At 8 am Pam balanced precariously on a chair and managed to hitch her leg up over the bottom half of the storm door. Her exploratory foot sank into the snow. Momentarily she panicked. What if I can't dig myself in again? Shoveling 12 cubic feet of snow took an hour. No truck yet. She just managed to squeeze through the door.
Baking and washing dishes finally thawed her fingers. She returned to the balcony, another 15 cubic feet disappeared. Paperwork filled the evening. UPS never came. At 9 pm the text came: Sorry. Send package back. You have Dad's.
Baking and washing dishes finally thawed her fingers. She returned to the balcony, another 15 cubic feet disappeared. Paperwork filled the evening. UPS never came. At 9 pm the text came: Sorry. Send package back. You have Dad's.
