It fell in fat, fluffy flakes, the sticky kind that quickly piled up enough to make snowmen and angels and ice treats drizzled with maple syrup. At first, it was fun. Emily and I played in the powder with Joanna and Charles while Ma, swollen in the belly but rosy in the cheeks, brewed a pot of hot tea with honey for when we returned. “Don’t stay out too late with them, Amanda!” Ma yelled from the open cabin door as Emily and I walked up the slope of the mountain with Pa’s old sled. “I don’t want you to catch your deaths out there.” “Just one more, Ma!” Emily yelled back through the slow-falling wall of thickened snowflakes. She set the sled down and began adjusting her mittens with her teeth. “All right, Jo. Get on.” Joanna cautiously lifted one leg over the sled and fell onto the seat, near the back to leave the front open for Charles. I picked him up and set him on top, and Joanna wrapped her arms around his middle and pulled.
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