Sally slipped out of bed and looked outside, wincing against the glare. Roofs of nearby buildings, tops of light poles, even lids on dumpsters in the ally were all covered with a reflective layer of white. The snow had finally come. Concern for Jim, guilt that she had hurt him, and worry—because she had no clue how to fix that mess—were all pushed aside to be faced later. She dressed quickly, already making plans. Today was going to be busy. After missing the locksmith yesterday morning, she’d called and convinced him to come today. The new mattress she’d bought would be delivered, and she had a shelter to manage—Nancy had already gone above and beyond for her. On top of all that, her Economics paper was due in a week. Thank goodness the shelter would be closed from tomorrow until Monday for the Thanksgiving holiday. Maybe she would finally get some work done. Worries about the situation with Jim squirmed their way back into her mind, clamoring for resolution.
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