Aubrey sits in the back of the room, his Raspberry Ridge wool hat perched on his head. He throws a furtive look at Aubrey, who has pulled his hat down over his face. Tell me he doesn't work here. It reads -1O degrees. The rim of the sun creeps above the saddle between two mountains.
Golden light hits the tops the trees across the field.
Chase lets the spectacle soak in for a few moments, then pushes off and swoops down the trail. Ruby yanks a tray of sticky buns out of the oven and dumps them into a bread basket. She finally looks up and notices Chase silently waiting. RUBY Chase, with this being school vacation week, the place is swarming with kids. I just finished skiing for two hours.