The Vanishing Season
“he said to her mom, who looked up from some papers she’d brought home from work. “We’re practically pushing her into the arms of the mysterious Liam Witte, who we’ve never even met.”Maggie felt her face flame red. Her dad seemed delighted at this reaction.“The past couple years, I was thinking you might be gay,” her dad said. “To be honest, I was kind of hoping you were gay. I was a teenage boy once. I know what they’re thinking.”“Oh my God, Dad, stop talking.” Her mom stifled a laugh. She handed Maggie her keys and shooed her out the door. Maybe that had been her dad’s plan all along.Maggie drove slightly below the speed limit, because she’d learned that you never knew when you might hit an ice slick. She was becoming an expert at navigating the wintry, country roads. Downtown was the proverbial ghost town: Only the library and the convenience store were open. Maggie parked in the lot at the far end of Main Street and started walking, pulling her coat tighter against her and cursing ...herself for not bringing her hat.MoreLess
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