Sometime later, after their second snow bath, the two men made their way out to the road through the deep, drifted snow to check on Henry’s car and to see if the plows had been through. The car was a mound of snow, and the road was still closed. They cleared the snow off the vehicle, so if and when the plows did come through, the drivers would see the Focus.
By the time they got back to the cabin it was dusk. Jimmy began to fix what he could for an evening meal of dried fruit and cereal. The apple and pumpkin pies had been eaten. There was still the mincemeat pie, but both Henry and Jimmy had said they’d need to be desperate before they ate it. Henry went out to fill some pots with snow for water.
As he was returning to the cabin, he passed by their snowman. Henry smiled. “How you doing,
