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74 SNOWBOUND
Downstairs, Kelli and Troy had just finished a
game and he was saying, “I’m going to go find something
to eat.”
Kelli spotted Willow, and to Fiona’s relief said, “You
want to play a game?”
“Sure.”
Fiona went to the small-paned window near the front
door and looked out. How could it still be snowing?
Another twenty-four hours of this, and the front porch
would be buried! They might have to tunnel out.
Turning away, she thought of choosing a book from
the tall cases along the wall beneath the staircase, but
realized she ought to find out first what John planned
for dinner and then decide on preparation and cleanup
crews. She was beginning to feel like an innkeeper. Did
they ever get to relax? Imagine if all the rooms upstairs
were full, as well as the cabins Dieter had told her were
down by the river. John must often cook for a crowd
three or four times the size of their group, and this was
enough work.
Troy came back from the kitchen crunching on an
apple and sank down to sit beside Kelli and watch the
game of Chinese checkers.
Fiona went to the kitchen.
John still sat at the kitchen table, but now had a book
open. At the sound of her footstep, he looked up.
“Hungry?”
“Lunch wasn’t that long ago. Only teenage boys are
hungry an hour after they get up from the table.”
He smiled briefly. Probably longing for her to go
away so he could have some peace. Although he could