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CHAPTER ELEVEN

PANDY WAS still unaccountably happy the nextwhen she awoke

Indeed, for the first ti voice in her head was quiet

You should be doingbetter Look at you! You’re a loser! the voice would exhort, and she’d want to pull the covers over her head

But on this particular day, the nasty voice appeared to have taken a vacation

At first, all she noticed was the silence But then she observed a heaviness to the silence; a blanket of white noisethe usual sounds of the day

Snow!

She hopped out of bed, rushed to the , and yanked up the blind like a pirate ratcheting up a black flag Snowflakes the size of daisies were steadily falling The street outside herhad yet to be plowed; there were tire indentations swerving fro in a snow-covered lump where it appeared someone had abandoned their car

A snow day! she thought ecstatically

She clicked on the television There it was: Manhattan as snow globe, engulfed in a rare spring’easter Everyone was totally freaking out

She called Henry “Hello?” he said briskly

“Do you know about this?” she de’easter?”

“Ah, yes This recent snowstor A nor’easter that comes in April Around Easter”

“So what are you going to do today?” Pandy asked

“I’ manuscripts like an old-fashioned person,” Henry said with his usual sarcasm “I could really use the time to catch up,” he added firmly