[Diane Rider]
I’ve been slowly panicking for the last hour. I expected Greg to finish early, as skiing uses muscles that he wouldn’t normally use. I remember how I was at the end of my first day. Rob had to spend almost an hour slowly massaging my legs back into life before I was able to get up and start walking around again.
My baby brother, however, is strolling in like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Doesn’t he know that people can get lost in the snow? He went off with a total stranger and then comes in late. I’ve been worried sick that something had happened to him. Nightmares of having to tell our parents that I took their only son off to the snow and lost him there have been running through my head.
He should have been here ages ago. The lifts had closed for the day, and he still hadn’t shown up. From the look of him, he’s probably been propped up next to a bar for the last hour or so, enjoying himself, without having the courtesy of letting us know where he was.
I could throttle him!
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