The smell of cinnamon hangs in the air.
Jillie is sitting at a corner table coloring what appears to be a dragon wearing hockey skates.
Honestly, I've stopped questioning her artistic choices.
Sadie looks up from the register when I walk in.
For a second her face softens.
The expression disappears almost immediately.
Still.
I catch it.
And lately I've been catching a lot of things I probably shouldn't.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Her smile tugs slightly.
"You look worried."
"I am worried."
That gets her attention.
Outside, snow swirls past the front window.
She turns.
Studies the weather.
Then looks back at me.
"It wasn't supposed to get bad until tonight."
"That's what they said."
The look we exchange says exactly what we're both thinking about people who said that.
Jillie abandons her dragon.
"Is it snowing?"
"It's trying very hard."
She rushes to the window.
Gasps dramatically.
"It's beautiful."
Children are unbelievable.
To Jillie, a major weather event is exciting.
