Veronica woke up early Saturday afternoon in her mother’s rowhouse basement as heavy snow fell outside. Feeling hungry, she threw on some clothes and headed out, pausing to relatch a gate at the stairs meant to corral the cat. As she prepared to cross the narrow brick lane between the house and the family diner, wind gusts slammed her. She entered the restaurant shivering.
“Normally you’d be a day late and a dollar short because the good stuff is usually gone by now,” said her mother as she sat marking the corrections on the printer’s proof of her new menu.
“Well, the storm’s a mercy then,” said Veronica as she closed the door. “I’d hate to be at risk of missing out.”
“You need some proper New England white clam chowder and not that red New York stuff. Hang on.”
“There’s no place like home, Ma,” said Veronica.
Veronica woke up early Saturday afternoon in her mother’s rowhouse basement as heavy snow fell outside. Feeling hungry, she threw on some clothes and headed out, pausing to relatch a gate at the stairs meant to corral the cat. As she prepared to cross the narrow brick lane between the house and the family diner, wind gusts slammed her. She entered the restaurant shivering.
“Normally you’d be a day late and a dollar short because the good stuff is usually gone by now,” said her mother as she sat marking the corrections on the printer’s proof of her new menu.
“Well, the storm’s a mercy then,” said Veronica as she closed the door. “I’d hate to be at risk of missing out.”
“You need some proper New England white clam chowder and not that red New York stuff. Hang on.”
“There’s no place like home, Ma,” said Veronica.
Veronica woke up early Saturday afternoon in her mother’s rowhouse basement as heavy snow fell outside. Feeling hungry, she threw on some clothes and headed out, pausing to relatch a gate at the stairs meant to corral the cat. As she prepared to cross the narrow brick lane between the house and the family diner, wind gusts slammed her. She entered the restaurant shivering.
“Normally you’d be a day late and a dollar short because the good stuff is usually gone by now,” said her mother as she sat marking the corrections on the printer’s proof of her new menu.
“Well, the storm’s a mercy then,” said Veronica as she closed the door. “I’d hate to be at risk of missing out.”
“You need some proper New England white clam chowder and not that red New York stuff. Hang on.”
“There’s no place like home, Ma,” said Veronica.
Source: Elections - nytimes.com
