“I wonder if we should run to the store?” Maria asked from the kitchen.
“For what?” David shot back. He was preoccupied with picking up a local station on an ancient radio.
“Batteries? Milk?” Maria replied offhandedly. “Eggs? The kids will want eggs tomorrow.”
“This isn’t a big deal,” David muttered. He continued to unsuccessfully search through choppy static. “Piece of junk!”
“The last weather report I heard said another six inches of snow tonight,” Maria coolly offered.
“We live in the Catskills,” David said with a chuckle. “Sometimes it snows. And sometimes it snows a lot!”
“It’s June!” Maria shouted. She snatched the car keys from the counter.
“Well, maybe that climate change thing is for real?” David asked sarcastically.