“Better?”
“It hurts,” she replied.
“It will stop eventually. What in the world were you doing out in this storm?”
“Going to work,” she responded hesitantly and pulled her hands away from him.
“To work? I could have told you the only place you were going was right into the nearest ditch.”
“But this is my first day, Jake. If I don’t show up, I might lose this job.”
“Then lose it. No one can go anywhere in weather like this.” He turned on the windshield wipers and edged his car from the side of the road. “You’ve probably never driven on roads this icy before today. How could you expect to drive in an actual blizzard?”
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