Long Description, Page 276
The snowfall does not let up. Using a shovel, Rina clears a path down the driveway, sweat beads of effort flying off of her. When she sees the thick layer of snow on her car, she thinks: Oh man! The car! Shivering in the cold, she scrapes the windshield clear, thinking: I wonder why his ancestors chose to settle here?
Once inside the car, Rina thinks: Oh my gosh, I’m so late! He’ll be freezing! The vehicle vrooms as it starts, but as Rina reverses out of the driveway, the car crashes into a tall mound of snow and is stalled.
Rina climbs out of the car. In her confusion, question marks fly from her head as she turns toward the sound of someone calling out for her. It’s Tommy.
Tommy: Looks like you need digging out, Miss!
Rina: I – I thought the snow removal cleared our driveway …
Tommy: Yeah, but the street plow just came by. Let me get my shovel.