Catharsis
The storm outside the small restaurant blew with cold indifference, rattling the single-pane plexiglas window over the register, making the counter girl pull up the zipper on her faded sweatshirt with frayed sleeves. The clock read 3:00 am, another long hour before closing. Normally there was business at this hour in a small college mountain town, as the bars closed and kicked out a few hundred drunk and hungry students. But the storm kept everyone cooped up in their dorm rooms,...