Long Description 1, page 275
January 1992, Pointe-Claire, Québec. Rina puts a cup away in her kitchen cupboard while the radio plays in the background.
Radio: … for a total of 40 centimetres by midnight. And that’s Montréal CHOM weather. Now for some “Tom Sawyer” …
Rina thinks to herself: This town sure does love Rush. The landline phone rings. It’s Rina’s husband.
Rina: Hello?
Rina’s husband: Hi Babe, how’s it going?
Rina: Good! I finished all the kitchen stuff. And for dinner we’re having adobo.
Rina’s husband pulls on a jacket over his sweater and collared shirt.
Rina’s husband: Well, I’m headed to the metro now. A lot of snow fell so maybe I’ll just take a cab from the train station.
Rina: What? No why? I’ll pick you up as usual.
Rina’s husband: I’m worried about the conditions. Did the snow removal guy come?
Rina: Yeah. Besides, I have to practise driving in the snow sometime.
Outside Rina’s house, snow comes down fast and thick, burying the car and the driveway.
Rina’s husband: Okay, but you should start getting ready now.
Rina: Now? It’s only a ten minute drive. I’ll be fine!
Rina’s husband: Well, just make sure give yourself plenty of time.
Much later, Rina is now dressed to go outside with her black parka and wool hat. She sits on the stairs and laces up her winter boots. When she tries to leave her house, she is stopped by a pile of snow right at her door step. She thinks: Eeep! I forgot to shovel the path.