“I know,” she said a bit morosely.

“Well, you should have time to go out and try the view from here before we head out.”

“I already tried. There isn’t any view.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a white-out.”

“Can’t be. The weather is supposed to be nice for the next week.”

“I couldn’t tell sky from ground out there.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

“What’s going on?”

“Mirka says there’s a blizzard out there.”

“What? Surely you’re joking.”

“If I should say the weather was clear… I could not, I’d be telling you a tale.”