Two more days pass. A blizzard hits Comataw. Twenty-two inches of snow falls in less than twelve hours. Whiteness swirls everywhere as snow keeps us inside.
I don’t know why Sissy’s come over, but she has. She’s wearing a heavy coat, woolen scarf, and gloves. Her shoulders and knee-high boots are covered in snow. In the entryway, she kicks snow off her boots, brushes it off her hair and shoulders, and asks, “Have you checked your e-mail?”
“I haven’t. Why?”
“Joey’s trying to reach you. You should check your e-mail.” I remember hearing on the news that the cell towers are down because of the storm.
“What’s Joey want with me?” I ask, taking her coat, hat, and gloves and hanging them up.
“Come on, Nolan, you’re smarter than that. He wants to get you back into Ashland.”
“I don’t think tha
