Мгла
After the Storm. Norton. A Trip to Town.
It’sonetheyliketopassarounduphere-ifthespringiscoldenough,theiceonthelakeswilleventuallyturnasblackasarottedtooth.It’srare,buthardlyaonce-in-a-centuryoccurrence.Theyliketopassitaround,butIdoubtthatmanycouldpassitaroundwithasmuchconvictionasMrs.Carmody.
"Wehadahardwinterandalatespring,"Isaid."Nowwe’rehavingahotsummer.Andwehadastormbutit’sover.You’renotactinglikeyourself,Stephanie."
"Thatwasn’tanordinarystorm,"shesaidinthatsamehuskyvoice.
"No,"Isaid."I’llgoalongwithyouthere."
IhadheardtheBlackSpringstoryfromBillGiosti,whoownedandoperated-afterafashion-Giosti’sMobilinCascoVillage.Billrantheplacewithhisthreetosspotsons(withoccasionalhelpfromhisfourtosspotgrandsons...whentheycouldtaketimeofffromtinkeringwiththeirsnowmobilesanddirtbikes).Billwasseventy,lookedeighty,andcouldstilldrinkliketwenty-threewhenthemoodwasonhim.BillyandIhadtakentheScoutinforafill-upthedayafterasurprisemid-Maystormdroppednearlyafootofwet,heavysnowontheregion,coveringthenewgrassandflowers.Giostihadbeeninhiscupsforfair,andhappytopassalongtheBlackSpringstory,alongwithhisownoriginaltwist.ButwegetsnowinMaysometimes;itcomesandit’sgonetwodayslater.It’snobigdeal.
Steffwasglancingdoubtfullyatthedownedwiresagain."Whenwillthepowercompanycome?"
"Justassoonastheycan.Itwon’tbelong.Ijustdon’twantyoutoworryaboutBilly.
