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Griff walked to her and placed both hands on her shoulders and gave her tensed muscles a squeeze. “It’s going to be fine, sweetie. It may not even be his.” “Tonight, Griff.” ❊❊❊ Griff steered his old Chrysler through the quiet streets, his teeth chattering as he waited for the heater to stop blowing cold air. The radio was tuned to STAR 102.5, the only radio station that came in clearly; they had been playing Christmas carols since November and it seemed like Andy Williams and Johnny Mathis were always riding in the car with him now. The lake-effect snow band that had hovered over the city had shifted south revealing a sliver of star-dotted sky. Griff lit a cigarette and cracked his window. The white-covered roads muffled his tires and the only sounds that seeped into the Chrysler were snow blowers being started and the scrape of shovels against cement as people began to clear their sidewalks and driveways. The heater was still blowing cold and Griff wondered what kind of car they could buy with a $5,000 down payment. Val always wanted something smaller and sportier. Maybe he could lease something and use the found money for the monthly payments, but he knew Val would never agree to that. Griff


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