The heavy snow the weatherman promised had fallen. She pushed her feet into her slippers, wrapped her hanten around her, and pulled back the curtains. Michiko pressed her hand against the windowpane to clear a spot through the ferns of frost. Snow sculpted the wooden tripods of the pole beans into soft cones and turned the rest of the abandoned garden into strange shapes. The gladioli fields looked like blocks of tofu. She could see the gnarled branches of the black apple trees clearly against the white. “Schools are closed,” her mother said as she put her head around the door. “I heard it on the radio. With you here minding Hiro, I’ll be able to get a lot done at the big house.” Michiko sat back down on her bed. Of course, I will have to look after my little brother. Why did I think I would have a whole day to do what I wanted? Her father sat at the kitchen table cradling a cup of coffee, which was unusual.
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