Caroline claims that Phoebe is her daughter and tells a half-true story of running away from Phoebe's father because he wanted to institutionalize Phoebe.Ĭaroline sends letters and pictures of Phoebe to David. Meanwhile, Caroline begins working for Dorothy "Doro" March as a private nurse for her father, Leo. They move to a new home but continue to find it difficult to romantically connect. The "death" of their daughter has caused a rift in David and Norah's marriage. Caroline leaves for Pittsburgh to make a fresh start with Phoebe. After hearing that Caroline had kept Phoebe rather than take her to the institution, David bids her to do what she thinks is right. Meanwhile, David tells Norah that their daughter died at birth. She is picked up by a truck driver, Al Simpson, who drives them to Caroline's home. While Caroline is at the store, her car runs out of gas and she is stranded in the snow with Phoebe. She decides to keep and raise the baby, who is named Phoebe.
David, recalling the possibility of a heart defect and early death (which his younger sister June had had dying at the young age of twelve) and decides that the baby girl will be placed in an institution.Ĭaroline was given the baby to take to the institution, but simply didn't like the conditions. Their first child, a boy they name Paul, is born a healthy perfect child, but when the second baby is born, Phoebe, David notices she has Down syndrome. David Henry is forced to deliver his wife Norah's twins with the help of a nurse, Caroline Gill. Later on as I sat by the heater defrosting my numb toes, I realized this was a snowday I would never forget.In early March 1964, Dr. When I opened the door I was overwhelmed by warmth, I felt like I had been frozen and would need a while to thaw out. There they were inside my warm house, drinking steaming cups of hot chocolate. I forced my tired legs to plow through the snow. A soft echo of my familiar name, worn out from being called so many times.
I would freeze to death out in the cold, a little second grader popsicle. I timidly raised the edge of my hat where was everyone? I peered towards where I thought my house was. I pulled up my scarf to cover my nose and my hat over my eyes. My face stung from the pelting ice and snow. The wicked wind whipped by by ears so quickly I couldn't hear a thing. So of course when we got outside, after what seamed like years to get us squealing rug rats all dressed in our marshmallow outfits, we began trudging through the foot deep snow. The idea was first presented by my mom, "Why don't we go for a nature walk together?"Ī "nature walk".
Of course two pint sized munchkins like us would get lost in the blizzard. My story starts off with two crazy kids, me and my brother, bounding down the stairs excited for their third or fourth snow day that week, (okay I admit it doesn't begin so wretched.) That’s not like a normal day because we hardly ever got snow days, only once in my life have I ever gotten enough snow to cancel school for a whole week. So we bumbled into the kitchen and announced that we were going on a snowy adventure outside. A cliche storyteller would say that it had begun “like any other day” but it didn’t. My snow memory is a story so wildly sinister you might just cry, right there. This is a warning: the title of this story makes you think of cheery days with hot chocolate.
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