Bradley had the radio on and holiday music filled the interior of the car. “I know I should be tired,” Mary said, “but I feel so pumped.” Bradley laughed. “I know exactly how you feel,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Like the world’s a little better place and you got to help.” She smiled at him. “Yes, exactly! And hopefully things can get back to normal again.” Bradley turned down the street to Mary’s house. It felt like she hadn’t been home for a month, not just a week. She was delighted to see Andy Brennan busily shoveling her walk. Yeah, normal was good. They pulled up to the curb and got out of the car. “Hey, Miss O’Reilly, where’ve you’ve been? You get arrested or something?” Andy called. “Why does everyone always think the worst of me?” she asked Bradley with a grin. She scooped up a handful of snow, packed it lightly, turned and then threw it at Andy. “Yeah, I got arrested for assault with a snowball.” The snowball landed with a splat on Andy’s chest.
