I didn't mention Leif or Roone's love-of-my-life wording for some reason. When we said our goodbyes, I called Sid. The only son of two popular pediatricians, he rattled off a gift list I couldn't quite believe, though I didn't begrudge him a thing. I had love in my life, something he'd probably only get if he left the bigots in our small town far behind. True to form, Sid gave me heartfelt congrats when I got around to telling him Roone and I were for real. And I ended the call feeling better and with a smile on my face. Still awake at eleven, I finally decided to risk waking Roone just to hear his voice. The call went straight to voicemail. Based on that and the late hour, I assumed he did what I usually did, turn my cell off every night while it charged. Unlike a lot of girls I knew, Dayna included, I didn't freak if my iPhone took a well-deserved breather. Sunday morning I woke to stormy skies and a huge drop in temperature. The ice encasing our winter grass made each blade look like an inverted icicle.
