"Let's not borrow trouble until we have to," Deja said, heading to the small office in the basement kitchen. On top of one of the cabinets was an old portable radio. The phone the desk looked as if it were older than her and Abe combined but, when she picked it up, she was getting a dial tone.
"Call your folks, and let them know you're okay," Deja said, pushing the phone toward Abe, as she turned on radio. The news was grim. The snowstorm had caught everyone by surprise. There was a blizzard warning already in effect, and the announcer was listing road closings, and adding new ones as he went along.