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Chapter 4
Low Hollow Just as Weatherman Jack on Channel 5 predicted, a shitload (Jack used the professional term Mother Lode while on air) of snow dropped on Low Hollow. Twelve inches in just twelve short hours. Jack called it a February microburst. Gio called it a pain in the ass, preferring summer months over the cold, winter ones. As for Steve, he loved the snow, everything about it: covering the day with a white wall; a windfall accumulation occurring in the front yard of the Tudor; the cause of school closings which forced him to stay home; the reason why roads were closed; other events that caused him to feel giddy, enjoying the precipitation. Steve’s accidental tumble in the living room the day before turned Gio into a dutiful nurse. Hot soup and salty crackers were served. Gio honored Stev
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