Night falls along the seacoast. Cardinals, Black-Capped Chickadees, Red-Breasted Nuthatch, Tufted Titmouse have turned in for the evening. It's more than cold. Plus forty mile per hour sent them into their habitats.
It isn't just cold outside. Babs, forever the expert, demigogue of sorts, is bent over behind the coffee table. Her floral cane is close. Ranting about snow removal despite the fact her neighbors were trapped inside. Evening at 7 a.m.
"It's okay. They got here."
"At 7 a.m., you mean that is okay? We were trapped!"
The lawyer and his friend were quiet. Nothing to be added to this assinine conversation. We had all been there before. Billy Bulle tossed in his usual negativity. Louise called him down. Again.
The wind continued to blow. The air in the room was clear. For a while. Then the locomotive sounding gusts picked up. A white out.
The fire blew red and cobalt ashes as the grand dame got closer. At ninety, there was no way she would countenance anything, cept admonish Bulle. We were more than tired of him.
One by one they cleared the room. Left to their own devices. Babs and Bulle. Their names were more than fitting.
Janel smiled softly clearing the double doors. She knew why she stayed away. She liked that it was enjoyable if only for a short time. And loved her peace.
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