Mondovi Strange Days:
Meeting The Messenger
Penni Goode Evans
Copyright © 2013 by Penni Goode Evans
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We had been driving for what seemed like forever, but in actuality was more like twenty-two hours at that point, and I was just ready to get there. I brought my legs up into the seat and turned onto my side to face my husband who was driving, “How much longer until we get there?” I whined.
“Are you not buckled up?” he said, noticing my legs pulled up under me, “It’s snowing and I’m a little worried on these country roads, buckle your seat belt.”
I let out a sigh and turned around in my seat. I put my feet on the floor and buckled my seat belt. It was only spitting snow, I didn’t know what he was so worried about. When we’d left Atlanta it had been almost warm and even though the change in weather was surely different than what we were used to, snowing in late October, it surely wasn’t considered rough conditions. We were on our way to Mondovi Wisconsin, a small town just outside of Eau Claire. My husbands job was moving us. Neither of us had ever even been to the midwest, save for the few business meetings my husband had flown in for in Mondovi, and this would be new to us; snow in October, a town with less than 3000 people, but we were excited. We were originally from Chattanooga, Tennessee but had been living the last few years in Atlanta, in the very heart of the city, and we were looking forward to the slow pace of a small town. My daughter stirred in the back seat.