Though he’s only been gone a short time, the business trip with his father seems as if it’s gone on forever, and there are still a few weeks left to go. On the good side, Ilene has left me blissfully alone these past few days. I spent today watching the snow fall. So beautiful as it hits the lake and disappears. The ground is covered, and I watched as Isaac tried to make a snowman in the yard. He didn’t know I was there—it was just a boy having some fun in the snow until Ezra came and caught him at it. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I saw the look of fear on Isaac’s face when Ezra knocked the snowman over and lifted his hand as if to hit the boy. I didn’t even think about how Ezra makes me feel sometimes, I just flew to the door and called for Isaac. Ezra turned with his hand still poised to strike Isaac and saw me. He dropped his hand and tried to wipe the scowl from his face. But it was there. I saw it plain as day. I asked Isaac to go and check on Lucky—and then maybe get some more wood for the fire.
