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Okay...I'm slacking off from real work again. Here's part 2. See Part 1 for all info
The words on the page are beginning to blur. I think I'm going cross eyed. How long have I been staring at this page? Hours. Atleast. I look at the clock in my office. 10:07. Okay so I was a few minutes off when I told her to give me fourty five minutes. She'll survive. I can see her from my office. She's resting her head on her hand staring at the clock. She's exhausted. Okay. Okay. She's suffered enough. It's time to go. I get up and actually feel a little dizzy after sitting in the same position for so long. "Donna!" Silence. "Donna!" Silence again. Oh okay I see what she's doing. She's dishing out what I gave to her. "That's real cute Donna." I say as I leave my office. "Josh have you looked outside lately?" She looks nervous. "No. Come on lets go." I hand her her coat. "Seriously Josh. Look outside. The winds are really picking up." She's so overdramatic. But I humor her and walk towards the window. She does have a point. It is coming down hard. "Whoa, it's really coming down." "Where have you been?" Sarcasm. I'm not in the mood. "Where have I been? Hmm....Oh yeah, I was attending to matters of the country!" Her eyes roll. Ha! "Poor you." "Let's just go home Donna." She just stands there and doesn't move. "What?" "Do you really want to go out in this? Do you really want to drive in this?" You see what I mean about the forecasters causing people to freak out for no reason. "Donna, it's really not as bad as it looks. Besides we are taking my car, not your trash heap. I have excellent snow tires." She looks at me skeptically. What does she want me to do? Pitch a tent in the Oval Office? "Maybe we can go up to the residence. I'm sure the President wouldn't mind." "Donna I really don't think that's necessary. Plus then we'll be stuck listen to stories of his boyhood snowstorms. I kind of want to sleep in my own bed tonight." "As opposed to all those other nights of the week you sleep in foreign beds?" She smirks. "I could be." Hey I may be having a bit of a dry spell but she doesn't have to know that. "I would know." She's right she probally would. "Your sure about that?" A guy has to keep up a certain image. "Fine Josh. Your right let's just go before it gets worse." Now she's speaking my language. ******************************************************************** The wind is so cold and hard it takes my breath away. I wonder if hypothermia can set in just walking from the door to the car? The snow is falling and swirling so it looks like a bunch of white tornados. I really don't think we should be leaving in this. But when Josh gets something in his head theres no stopping him. I wasn't going to let him leave by himself. The snow is already starting to gather on the ground. The tires of Josh's car are already about buried 6 inches deep. I give him a worried look. He grabs my hand in assurance and squeezes it. "Trust me." He whispers. Well ofcourse I trust him. But sometimes he's so confident in his abilities he tends to go a little to far. Harvard and Yale don't teach you to fight the elements. "AHH!" I slip on a tiny patch of ice about a foot from the car. Luckily Josh's reflexes haven't been effected by the long day. He quickly grabs my arm with one hand before I tumble to the ground. His eyes show panic for a second. "Have a nice trip. See you next fall." Oh that's a new one. "Oh Josh, let me know when you graduate from first grade because I would love to be there." "Donna get in the car." "Alrighty." Being inside the car isn't much warmer. The heat is taking forever to kick in. Josh puts the car in drive and luckily it only takes 3 tries to get it out from the piles of snow around it. We pull out onto the main road. Not surprisingly were pretty much the only ones on it. The snow is really bad. Josh's windshield wipers aren't helping too much and we can't see more then a foot in front of us. Neither of us speak. Josh's concentrating really hard and his nuckles are turning white from gripping the stearing wheel. We are going a such snails pace it takes me a few second to realize we've stopped moving, "Josh..." I look over at him. He looks kind of pale. "We've stalled." "No kidding." "It will start up again. Trust me." I stare at him in disbelief. "Trust you? Right now that's up there with "I'll call you in the morning and The Check is in the Mail." He give me a weak smile. This can't be good. TBC...................
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