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“Did Steven say whether he shoveled the steps?” Nana Pratt asked.
“You didn’t tell me to ask about the steps. I only asked about the heater, which you heard because you were breathing down my neck during the entire call.”
Nana Pratt folded her arms and gave me a withering look. “I think you’ll find I’m not breathing at all, dear.”
“Renee stayed home from work, right?” Ray interrupted. “Tell me she didn’t go into the city in this weather.”
“Renee is home with Alicia today.” Ray worried about the amount of time his teenage granddaughter was left on her own before and after school. Between Alicia’s father on the west coast and Renee’s high-powered job, there wasn’t much of a choice.
“Small mercies,” Ray said under his non-breath.
The phone rang in my hand. I stared at it like a foreign object.
“Hey, look. Someone is calling to check on you for a change,” Nana Pratt helpfully pointed out.
I glanced at the name on the screen. Weston Davies. The werewolf would hardly be concerned with my welfare.
I clicked the screen. “Hey, West. I gather you’re not calling to make sure my heater is working.”
“I assumed you didn’t have heat. Your radiators look older than I am.”
“A correct assessment.”
“Strange storm, don’t you think?”
“I do think. Any ideas?”
“Hard to say. Could be anything. Fae with a grudge. Storm demon. Elemental mage. Who knows in this town?”
“Or it could be a natural but rare weather event that occurs 6.3 times per year on average,” Ray interjected.
I ignored the elderly ghost. “How’s the pack reacting to it?”
“Oddly enough, most of them are lounging around like it’s a lazy Sunday. Bert’s hosting a movie morning and invited half the Pack.”
“What’s the movie?”
He grunted. “Why? You interested?”
“Just wondering about his taste in cinema. My money’s onWeekend at Bernie’sorDumb and Dumber.”
“Close.Talladega Nights.”
“That’s a masterpiece.”
“You’re more than welcome to join them.”
“In this weather? I’ll stay inside, thanks. Anyway, I heard the roads haven’t been plowed yet.”
“Huh, that’s not like them. Rick and Tommy are usually on the ball. They take road safety very seriously.”
“You haven’t noticed your street?” I asked.
“The road to the trailer park is private, so we handle it ourselves.”
Typical pack attitude. “If you know the plow drivers, would you mind giving them a call later to find out what delayed them?”
“You think their delay might have something to do with the thundersnow?”
