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154 SNOWBOUND cupping his mug to keep his hands warm, watching the forest around him gradually come into focus as the sky lightened at first imperceptibly until finally it became a pearl-gray shade that allowed the trees to acquire sharp definition. And finally came color: a hint of pink, as pearls sometimes had, then richer and richer colors until they nearly hurt his eyes with their incandescence. The blue of the sky leached the vivid colors away as quickly as they’d been born, and morning had arrived. For once, the spectacle failed to lift the heaviness in his chest. More aware of the biting cold than usual, John went back in. The snowplows would come today. He realized he’d been half-listening for the roar even though he knew the highway department didn’t start work this early except in emergencies. He should get the kids out there right after breakfast, shoveling in front of the shed so he could pull open a door and get out the aluminum snowshoes he kept for guests. He needed to go up and see how they’d left the van and what kind of work was needed to get it back on the road. The boys could come with him. As first a couple of the kids and then Fiona came downstairs for breakfast, John hid his regret. She smiled at him, her gaze shy. “Yeah, I’ll be surprised if the plow doesn’t make it up here today,” he agreed with Troy. He halflistened to the kids’ excited chatter and watched Fiona to see whether she rejoiced, too, at the idea of making it home or whether she shared any of his regret. She nodded and smiled at things her students said, her ex
JANICE KAY JOHNSON 155 pression pensive, but he couldn’t decide how she felt about the idea of finally continuing the interrupted trip. The boys were intrigued by the snowshoes, a smaller, lighter-weight version of the old standard, and did well once they got the hang of lifting each foot. The van was standard white, with the name and logo of the school on each door. The snow hadn’t fallen as heavily up here, deep under the trees, but that was the only good news. The first problem was that the van faced downhill on a steep curve, the second that it canted to one side where a front wheel had gone off the narrow road. If the road crew couldn’t help, they might have to get a tow truck up here. Maybe it was because he’d felt edgy all morning, with the knowledge that something he didn’t want to happen was inevitable, but standing up there in the snow with the boys, studying the van, triggered a scene in his head too vivid to be called a recollection, but too brief to qualify as a flashback. It was like one of those ten-second videos a person could take with a regular digital camera. He and Diego had their heads under the hood of the truck, which had lagged behind the convoy and broken down. Iraqis gathered, probably just curious, but one never knew. The couple of guys facing down the crowd had their M-16s pointing at the ground, but out of the corner of his eye John saw Larson’s hand holding the gun, his fingers twitching as if he were typing a coded message. John shook his head slightly, and the vision vanished. It had been a meaningless scene; someone at the back of the convoy had noticed they were missing and a
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JANICE KAY JOHNSON 155<br />
pression pensive, but he couldn’t decide how she felt<br />
about the idea of finally continuing the interrupted<br />
trip.<br />
The boys were intrigued by the snowshoes, a smaller,<br />
lighter-weight version of the old standard, and did well<br />
once they got the hang of lifting each foot.<br />
The van was standard white, with the name and logo<br />
of the school on each door. The snow hadn’t fallen as<br />
heavily up here, deep under the trees, but that was the<br />
only good news. The first problem was that the van<br />
faced downhill on a steep curve, the second that it<br />
canted to one side where a front wheel had gone off the<br />
narrow road. If the road crew couldn’t help, they might<br />
have to get a tow truck up here.<br />
Maybe it was because he’d felt edgy all morning, with<br />
the knowledge that something he didn’t want to happen<br />
was inevitable, but standing up there in the snow with the<br />
boys, studying the van, triggered a scene in his head too<br />
vivid to be called a recollection, but too brief to qualify<br />
as a flashback. It was like one of those ten-second videos<br />
a person could take with a regular digital camera.<br />
He and Diego had their heads under the hood of the<br />
truck, which had lagged behind the convoy and broken<br />
down. Iraqis gathered, probably just curious, but one never<br />
knew. The couple of guys facing down the crowd had<br />
their M-16s pointing at the ground, but out of the corner<br />
of his eye John saw Larson’s hand holding the gun, his<br />
fingers twitching as if he were typing a coded message.<br />
John shook his head slightly, and the vision vanished.<br />
It had been a meaningless scene; someone at the back<br />
of the convoy had noticed they were missing and a