The wind didn’t blow, it screamed. This was a doozie of a North Dakota storm and everyone knew to stay put and warm and wait it out. “I can barely see across the street and I can’t get out of my driveway,” Ralph said into the phone Saturday morning. “Me, neither, and I don’t see any letup.” Bernard sounded worried. “What are we going to do?” “He’s got heat and we left him enough food last night. Not much else we can do. He’s not going anywhere. He should be alright. I bet he’ll be ready to confess now.” “I’ll call Earl,” Bernard offered. “Is Johnny home? Okay, good. See you Monday.” Ralph turned around to see his wife’s eyes as big as dinner plates. He thought she was in the backroom with her quilting project, and he’d been speaking softly, but not softly enough for a woman who raised three children and therefore was a champion eavesdropper.
