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brush near James’s face. “Ain’t no paint on there yet.”
    “Well, come on in and get some breakfast casserole. That’ll get your creative juices flowing.”
    Jackson frowned. “My juices are just fine. I decided that I’m gonna paint Milla’s sister. Only problem is I don’t know what a diva’s hands look like close up, so I gotta wait to see her in the flesh, while she’s makin’ one of her famous cakes.”
    James checked his watch. “Well, shortly after lunchtime you’ll have a celebrity in your life.”
    “That’ll make two of them, then, if I’m includin’ you,” Jackson murmured as he closed the shed door.
    “What’s that, Pop?” James asked.
    “Nothin’. You’d best get goin’. There’s gonna be a snow today, and them mountain roads are gonna be a mess. The state’s not prepared for an early snow. I know that for a fact ’cause the mayor said they weren’t loadin’ the trucks up with sand ’til after Christmas.”
    Glancing up at the scattering of thin clouds in an otherwise blue sky, James eyed his father in disbelief. “You think we’re getting snow today?”
    “ I don’t need to think. I know ’cause that hound down the road hollered at the moon all night long. That mutt’s been alive for twenty years, and every time he sets up that kinda racket durin’ a cold night, we get snow the next day. And not some dustin’ either. We’ll get ’least an inch.” Jackson shook his head, his mouth forming a fractional grin. “Damn dog’s never been wrong once.”
    “Amazing.” James decided to humor his father. “I’d better hit the road then, Pop. I just hope Paulette’s flight beats out the storm.”
    After filling a travel mug with coffee, James headed north toward Washington-Dulles. Milla had left her sister’s flight information on the kitchen table along with a note warning that Paulette might not be traveling alone. James tossed the paper on the Bronco’s passenger seat, cranked up the heat, popped in the latest Clive Cussler audio book, and spent the next two hours contentedly lost in one of Dirk Pitt’s grandiose adventures.
    Five miles away from the airport, James began to wish he possessed even the smallest amount of Pitt’s inventiveness and daring. If so, he might have discovered a way to circumvent the stand-still traffic looming ahead. After spending ten agonizing minutes bathed in the spotlight of a blinking arrow sign set up by the Virginia Department of Transportation, James knew that he was going to be late fetching Paulette.
    Over the next thirty minutes, the traffic inched forward as three lanes were forced to converge into one. James tried to ignore the forward progression of his clock radio as he craned his neck to see if there was any end to the clogged roadway.
    “This is where a high-tech guy would be searching for alternative routes on his GPS system,” he muttered and switched off the audio book. He couldn’t concentrate on Dirk’s romantic interlude and was suddenly irritated by the fact that Cussler’s hero had been shot three times but still had no difficulty in scaling a cliff or scooping a hundred-and-twenty-pound woman into his arms and carrying her up seven flights of stairs.
    As James’s anxiety mounted, he longed for something to chew on, but all he had stored within the center console was a blue and purple candy cane presented to him by the Salvation Army volunteer outside of the grocery store. Peeling back the wrapper, James sniffed the candy cane suspiciously.
    “What happened to red and white?” he demanded of the confection, and then he took a small bite. He tasted sugared blueberries and tart raspberries coated beneath of smooth layer of cream. The sweetness immediately alleviated some of his tension, but when he pulled up to the curb outside of the Continental Airlines gate and saw a woman in her late sixties with a blunt cut of snow-white hair pacing angrily back and forth while hollering into her cell phone, his