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.
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