Interior Temp - 10'C (50'F)
Exterior Temperature - 40'F
Car Battery - 4%
Life Support – Error
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"We're not going to freeze." Mrs. Simmons sighed.
"Then why are my hands blistering mom?" Kate 'asked'.
Two percent of that statement was a question. More than enough to get her mother to jump on it.
"Because your gloves are off." She said.
"I needed an illustration."
Griff, gloveless, giggled.
"Illustration."
Kate's head snapped to Griff like a velociraptor whose prey was behind a mother shaped cage, only to turn back and blow on her fingers.
"Instead of an illustration, put your gloves on." Their mother said.
"That won't save us from dying of hyperthermia."
"No one's going to die."
A list of responses lined up like a firing squad but were immediately discarded.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Kaitlyn."
Oh no, her full name.
"Why did you look lovingly to Griffen when you said everything was going to be okay?" Kate asked in her most adorable toddler voice.
Her mother's eyes widened.
"I did no such thing." She insisted, appalled.
"Okay mom." Kate said, rolling her eyes.
There was an awkward moment where Kate went out of her way to avoid eye contact with her mother, who was more likely than not, hunting for the chance to rant.
Her mother's rants required 'participation'
Griff's finger stabbed directly into Kate's side, piercing right into her squishy love handles, with force enough to make her yelp.
"What the hell was that for?" Kate yelled.
"Just wanted to check if you were still awake."
"Oh, allow me to confirm your consciousness." Kate said.
"Not a bad plan kids, I'll check Griff, you check me Kate." Their mother said.
Kate scowled but swallowed her incredulity down.
The warm square of light that outlined the ceiling flickered. Everything got real cold real quick.