Chapter Two
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ping on my windowpane intruded into my pity party. It took me a minute to pull myself back to reality.
There was another ping, and I craned up from my bed to see a heavily bundled Tegan and an even more
heavily bundled Dorrie standing atop a drift of snow. They beckoned with mittened hands, and Dorrie
called in a glass-muted voice for me to come out.
I clambered to my feet, and the strange lightness of my head reminded me of my hair disaster. Crud. I
looked around, grabbed my throw blanket off my bed, and put it over me like a hood. Holding the fabric
beneath my chin, I walked to the window and jerked it up.
“Get your booty on the dance floor!” Dorrie hollered, the sound of her suddenly much louder.
“That’s not a dance floor,” I said. “That’s snow. Cold, frozen snow.”
“It’s so beautiful,” Tegan said. “Come see.” She paused, regarding me quizzically from beneath her
striped wool hat. “Addie? Why do you have a blanket on your head?”
“Ehhh,” I said, waving them off. “Go home. I’m a bummer. I’ll bum you out.”
“Oh, don’t
even,” Dorrie said. “Exhibit A: You called and said you were having a crisis. Exhibit B:
Here we are. Now get down here and experience this glory of nature.”
“I’ll pass.”
“It’ll cheer you up, I swear.”
“Impossible. Sorry.”
She rolled her eyes. “
Such a baby. C’mon, Tegan.”
They high-stepped out of my sight, and a couple of seconds later, the doorbell rang. In my bedroom, I
adjusted my blanket to make it more of an official turban-y thing. I sat on the edge of my bed and
pretended to be a nomadic desert wanderer with startling green eyes and a desolate expression. After all,
I knew all about desolation.
Parental chatter floated up from the hall—“Merry Christmas! You girls walked all that way in the
snow?”—and Dorrie and Tegan annoyingly chose to reply. Their happy voices made happy Christmas
chitchat, making me grouchier and grouchier until I wanted to yell down, “Hey! Girlies! The wretched
soul you’re here to comfort?
She’s up here!”
Finally, two sets of stockinged feet jogged up the stairs. Dorrie burst in first.
“Whew,” she said, lifting her hair off her neck and airing herself out. “If I don’t sit down, I’m going to
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