"He left the boy outside its own front door. Farewell to it, and good luck to it."
“If it snows overnight, the silence in the early morning has a different quality, as if a duvet has fallen over the city. I lay there wondering how deep it was. Then I heard the scrape of a shovel, like winter clearing its throat. Our neighbor Barry was already out there, even before the snow had stopped or the plows came through. Sometimes it’s a lovely sound, shoveling. Sometimes not.”