Leo’s started life as a sports bar, but when Dave and I walk in, there’s only one TV above the bar and it’s tuned to the Weather Channel. I hear a forecast for snow and glance up as we pass the screen, but they’re talking about somewhere out west, not us. Of course not. It’s cold but it isn’t that cold. Still, I say to Dave, “Snow would be nice. Jenna would love a white Christmas.”
He laughs as he leads the way to an empty booth in the back. “In theory, yes. But if there’s a huge storm and the power goes out, leaving us in the dark, then what?”
“Then we’re screwed.” I slide into the seat across the table from him and reach for a menu. “Plus then where’s she going to ride her new bike? Not in my mother’s house, that’s for sure.”
A waitress approaches. Dave orders two beers on tap, then g
