The third Friday
The doorbell rang a third time, and Rune concluded that whoever the hell it was, he or she or they weren’t going to go away. He ran from his room, propelled more from annoyance than curiosity, then down the stairs to the front door of his house. Through the narrow windows to the right of the window, he saw the sleeve to a familiar brown jacket.
He closed on the interior door, opened it swiftly. Annie’s eyes sprang open, as if they were bursting from her head, her lips pulled back into a tight smile.
“Lemme IN!” She bounced on her heels, teeth chattering.
Rune pushed open the glass exterior door, Annie brushing by him quickly like she was late for an appointment. “GOD!” She stamped her booted feet loudly onto an interior mat. “What is this, like four days in a row below ten?”
“Something like that.” Rune made sure the exterior door closed on its own, before closing the interior.
“And they’re saying, more snow!” She ripped off her wool cap, shook it angrily. “It’s four frickin’ degrees out there, and we’re supposed to get six inches by morning! Isn’t there a law that you can’t have more inches than degrees?”
Rune never saw the point in complaining about weather. “Thought you were going to a concert tonight.”
Annie unzipped her jacket, pulled her left arm from its sleeve. “Mom’s come down with something, said she didn’t feel like going. We’ve got a subscription, Dad said he’d take me if I wanted but I was like, maybe next time, and he actually seemed relieved.” She had taken off her jacket, held it up to Rune. “So — change of plans!”
He looked at her curiously. “You drive here?”
She rolled her eyes. “Still on my temp. My brother’s home, Academy’s on break this weekend, he was going out anyway so I asked him to drop me off here.” She shook the jacket, hanging at the end of her extended arm. “You gonna take this?”
Rune blinked, shrugged, took the jacket, threw it onto an open knob of the coat rack.