The truck was covered and she didn’t have a snow brush. She damn near froze to death just walking across the street to the gas station where she bought a long-handled plastic brush to get the snow off her windows and a spray can that was supposed to instantly melt any ice stuck to the windows. She also snagged a decent pair of fake leather gloves. The price was right and they fit well. She was pleased with her purchases when she jaunted back to the hotel parking lot and the snow-covered Avalanche. By the time she had cleared the windows and used the spray to remove the ice from parts she couldn’t reach without lying across the wet hood, Natasha swore she was colder than she’d ever been in her life. Her teeth chattered noisily and she was miserable when she finally sat behind the wheel, relishing the heat pouring out of the vents. “How does anyone adjust to this?” she stammered, clenching her teeth so they wouldn’t chatter. People moved from warm parts of the world to cold parts of the world all the time.
