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If I stay
Everyone
thinks
it
was
because
of
the
snow
.
And
in
a
way
,
I
suppose
that
’
s
true
.
I
wake
up
this
morning
to
a
thin
blanket
of
white
covering
our
front
lawn
.
It
isn
’
t
even
an
inch
,
but
in
this
part
of
Oregon
a
slight
dusting
brings
everything
to
a
standstill
as
the
one
snowplow
in
the
county
gets
busy
clearing
the
roads
.
It
is
wet
water
that
drops
from
the
sky
—
and
drops
and
drops
and
drops
—
not
the
frozen
kind
.
It
is
enough
snow
to
cancel
school
.
My
little
brother
,
Teddy
,
lets
out
a
war
whoop
when
Mom
’
s
AM
radio
announces
the
closures
.
"
Snow
day
!
"
he
bellows
.
"
Dad
,
let
’
s
go
make
a
snowman
.
"
My
dad
smiles
and
taps
on
his
pipe
.
He
started
smoking
one
recently
as
part
of
this
whole
1950s
,
Father
Knows
Best
retro
kick
he
is
on
.
He
also
wears
bow
ties
.
I
am
never
quite
clear
on
whether
all
this
is
sartorial
or
sardonic
—
Dad
’
s
way
of
announcing
that
he
used
to
be
a
punker
but
is
now
a
middle
-
school
English
teacher
,
or
if
becoming
a
teacher
has
actually
turned
my
dad
into
this
genuine
throwback
.
But
I
like
the
smell
of
the
pipe
tobacco
.
It
is
sweet
and
smoky
,
and
reminds
me
of
winters
and
woodstoves
.
"
You
can
make
a
valiant
try
,
"
Dad
tells
Teddy
.
"
But
it
’
s
hardly
sticking
to
the
roads
.
Maybe
you
should
consider
a
snow
amoeba
.
"
I
can
tell
Dad
is
happy
.
Barely
an
inch
of
snow
means
that
all
the
schools
in
the
county
are
closed
,
including
my
high
school
and
the
middle
school
where
Dad
works
,
so
it
’
s
an
unexpected
day
off
for
him
,
too
.
My
mother
,
who
works
for
a
travel
agent
in
town
,
clicks
off
the
radio
and
pours
herself
a
second
cup
of
coffee
.
"
Well
,
if
you
lot
are
playing
hooky
today
,
no
way
I
’
m
going
to
work
.
It
’
s
simply
not
right
.
"
She
picks
up
the
telephone
to
call
in
.
When
she
’
s
done
,
she
looks
at
us
.
"
Should
I
make
breakfast
?
"
Dad
and
I
guffaw
at
the
same
time
.
Mom
makes
cereal
and
toast
.
Dad
’
s
the
cook
in
the
family
.
Pretending
not
to
hear
us
,
she
reaches
into
the
cabinet
for
a
box
of
Bisquick
.
"
Please
.
How
hard
can
it
be
?
Who
wants
pancakes
?
"
"
I
do
!
I
do
!
"
Teddy
yells
.
"
Can
we
have
chocolate
chips
in
them
?
"
