It took ALL F'in' DAY to get out of town. Every turn a delay. From a stormpipe burst traffic backup, to being trapped by a stalled car in the City Market parking lot. And a cold shadow visited me that morning. Unforgiving.
Peopleless and raining, Radka rescuing hotdogs with both hands. Me rolling hot tea in my mouth, calling her "kayak" as she waded through discounted clothes, dripping mustard. Shivering.
A foggy drizzle Sunday drive home. Will CK understand how nasty cold drove disinterest in the whole affair? No demos or workshops? Are you crazy? Will she believe the shadow chased us out of Old Forge, only to take refuge in a lonesome float plane on Long Lake? Oh, but by then we were well-fed and warm. We dismissed the spirit's last whispers and looked forward to when cold beer would taste good again.
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