The unwanted guest

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the road curves and twists unexpectedly, as if it leads higher and deeper into the Catskill Mountains. As if the farther you get from civilization, the more uncertain the path. The shadows are deepening, the weather worsening. The Hudson River is there, appearing and disappearing from the view. The forest that rises on either side of the road has a lurking quality, just as if it might swallow you whole. It is a forest of fairy tales. The softly falling snow, however, lends it all a certain postcard dream. Wynn Delaney grips the Syrian will tightly and squints through the windshield. She's more. One fourth the Grimm fairy tales than the picture postcard. The light is going. It will be soon dark. This snow coming down makes driving more difficult, more tiring. The flakes hit the glass in such a profusion that she feels as though she's stuck in some kind of relentless video game, and their road is infinitely becoming more slippery. She's grateful that she has good tires on her little Fiat. Everything is turning into a white blur. It's hard to tell where the road ends and the ditch begins. She'll sure be glad when she gets there. She's beginning to wish they have chosen, and in a little less remote, this one is miles from anywhere.