The winter storm the weathermen predicted held off all weekend, but that didn’t stop Matt from coercing Vic to join him at the grocery store Saturday morning. They stood in line with what appeared to be the rest of the city, shopping cart full of necessities like bread and milk, and inched toward the checkout with a slow plod. By the time they got out to the parking lot Matt was in a bad mood, grousing about people who just had to go out before a storm and buy crap they didn’t need. Vic wisely kept his mouth shut and his mind blank, concentrating on the road ahead as he drove them home.
Sunday they stayed in, hunkering down in the living room with the DVD player on and a bag of chips between them, but the storm didn’t hit. Near the end of the day, the lights flickered a time or two from
