A quick peek at the weather forecast confirmed Alexandra's worst fear. A huge, slow-moving system was coming in, bringing with it four days of heavy snow and bitterly cold temperatures. As a self-professed weather geek and native of these mountains, she knew this was trouble. A winter storm of this magnitude had never happened in her lifetime.
"We have to do something, Patrick," she remarked, her icy breath traveling towards him. "We have to have more blankets for the shelters. All I'm getting so far is AJ's answering machine."
"Keep trying," Patrick said, "he'll pick up."
"All those people in the shelters are going to freeze! Are the heating units working properly?"
"I think they were serviced," Patrick replied.
"Let's go pick up some blankets ourselves," Alexandra suggested, "then when I finally get in touch with him, I'll tell him what's going on."
Anastasia was afraid of the weather forecast, too, but for a different reason. For the last several weeks, she had been working feverishly to make sure that the Hidden Springs Heritage Festival went off without a hitch. But, with the storm coming in, and earthquake victims still out of their homes, would the festival she'd worked so hard to put together even happen this year? [/p]
As she braved the rain to attend yet another meeting of the committee, these thoughts were foremost on her mind as the skies turned gray and the air took on that mountain bite. Perfectionist that she was, Anastasia wanted things to go 'just right,' and was frustrated that nothing was going according to plan. In this respect, she was exactly like her mother. In fact, she had been such a perfectionist that she scrapped her original drawing for the crypt and started over with the build.
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