Ann s Snowy Rendezvous Beginning of the End
Ann awakened that Monday morning feeling as cold and forlorn as the Alaskan snowdrifts that blew violently across the barren snow covered landscape. Even from her warm bed, Ann could hear the gusts of winds howling outside her Quonset hut and knew the snowstorm and blizzard that had been predicted to blow in Sunday evening had arrived in gale force. Looking over at the handsome man sleeping next to her, Ann felt a haunting sadness. She realized that today would start the first day of their...