Three
It was good to be working at the ski hill again. Brodie enjoyed his construction job and helping with his parent’s Scottish Highland cattle operation, but the ski hill was his passion. The air of unhurried enjoyment about it was a welcome change from the seriousness of building and ranching. People flocked to the slopes to have a good time, which meant they were usually in a good mood, and that jovial attitude infused the mountain with excitement and laughter. It didn’t matter what task he was assigned to—running the lift, manning the grill at the lodge, instructing a group of eager first graders, or waxing boards and skis like he was at the moment—it never felt like work. That’s what life was about, wasn’t it? Living.
As short as her life had been, Inez had always known that, and
