A cold front came down from Canada with heavy winds and below zero temperatures.At the ranch we were lucky. While the thermometer hadn't ever gotten a...ove freezing, the sun helped form a crust on the snow; when the bottom fell out of the thermometer, we were in good shape. There was little drifting, and not much blowing snow. What there was would have flayed a person out in the wind -- tiny, nearly microscopic ice particles. We were out of danger, and stayed warm and comfortable.How to explain. Remember the rules?" Uh... that we talk about it and not hurt each other?" Yes, that's part of it. There must be mutual consent. For that to happen, you've got to talk about it. When I was young, it seems that the rule was something like it's OK to do it, just don't talk about it. Kinda the Braille approach to negotiation."Interrupting again, Jean asked, "Are we talking about doing it?"Mom laughed again, that throaty, sexy laugh, and said, "Well, that's only part of it. We're talking about. When her husband, John, arrived home, there would be decisions for him to make. His answers could determine the direction of an explosive ending.Earlier That WeekFor a Sunday in April, it was pleasant and warm at the Murray’s farm in central Ohio. The smell of spring flowers filled the air to Marcy’s delight. John, however, couldn’t stop sneezing. The hibiscus and the tulips aggravated his allergies and he was just thankful they wouldn’t be in bloom much longer.Marcy gazed with the glow of. Thanks a lot." "Sorry." They watched as Brody was led off and Ryan did not know if she was relieved or not. It was good he was on his feet, but he was obviously unable to skate on his own. She wanted to call him, but knew he would not be able to talk for a while. She settled for sending a text. Saw the hit. Hope you are okay. Call when you can. Worried about you. She felt a little better for having sent the message; this way he would know she knew what had happened, but he could reply whenever.