I tried to keep its taillights in view but the combination of snow and dusk made it difficult. Every now and then the driver would slow down enough that I had to ease my foot off the gas to keep a safe following distance. All in all, not my favorite Sunday drive. The snow was moderately heavy and steady, swirled periodically by squirrelly winds that made it almost impossible to see. “Pull over.” Chloe’s voice broke into the silence. “There’s not much of a shoulder here,” I said, scanning the road through the falling snow. We were halfway between Lake Winnipesaukee and Sugar Maple. “Maybe I can—” “Pull over!” I had taken my eyes off the road just long enough to see what was wrong, but that was all it took. The dark blue Toyota had stopped moving forward and was skidding sideways across the highway and we were heading straight toward it. “Brace yourselves.” I took my foot off the gas and aimed for the snow-covered shoulder of the road and prayed. The world downshifted into slow motion.
