Maggie laughed uneasily. "His name is Michael Abundi.
He doesn't think he's a prophet-he only prayed for snow
because Al Mitchell asked him to." She glanced out the
window again, this time to spy several flakes falling. "And
who knows? Maybe he does have a special connection with
God."
"Fine by me," said Dolly happily as she headed back
toward the kitchen. "Hey, Jinx, look out the window for a
minute!"
Maggie slowly ate her soup, continuing to watch with
fascination as the flakes grew in both number and size. By
the time she left the diner, the street and sidewalk were
already coated with a thin veneer of white. Several shop-
keepers and businesspeople were standing at their windows
or outside their doors exclaiming over this very welcome
change of weather.
''Better late than never,' called Elizabeth as she waved
from the open doorway of the Window Seat bookstore.
"Looks like we'll be having some great book-reading
weather before long!"
Maggie saw Jed's pickup pulling up in front of his shop,
then he and Michael hopped out. Michael, like a young Looking for You All My Life81
child, excitedly raised his hands and danced about in the
falling snow. She zipped her jacket to her chin and hurried
over to greet them.
"God has sent snow, Maggie!" cried Michael. "Another
miracle!"
"Yes," she agreed. "It's wonderful! Thank you for
praying."
His dark eyes grew serious. No, no-it is not because of
Maggie. It is God's miracle, not mine."
She nodded. "Yes, I see what you mean. And of course
th~' snow."
u're absolutely right, Michael. We should thank God for
"Say, Maggie," said Jed, "do you think I might borrow
your car this afternoon to take Michael over to Byron?"
"Sure," she said. She dug into her purse, curious as to
why Jed would need her car. "Here are the keys."
"Thanks-"
"Jed!" called Leah from the front door of the shop.
someone from that furniture show on the phone
wThere~s
ho needs to talk with you."
"I'll have your car back by four;" called Jed as he ducked
into his shop.
Maggie noticed Michael shivering in the cold. "You
should go inside and get warm, Michael. But whenever you
Lhave time, I'd like you to come by the newspaper office. I
want to ask you some questions about your life, and then I'd
like to write a story about You to put in the newspaper."