The Coldest Winter In Michigan

It was the coldest winter I have met and survived to speak about. In Michigan, at a friend’s house, only maybe she was not a friend. I had no idea she would turn on me, and become ugly with words. There was no place to go; this was a country home, and I was on foot. The snow was piling up hard and fast. The wind chill was ridiculous. I tried a few times to apologize, without knowing what I had done. Di did not return to school. In silence her mom drove me back. Di seemed depressed and despondent. I never heard from her again.