'I'll Turn the Heat Up,' He Said.

George didn't want to step on the brakes. The road was freezing, and he knew he could slide. By the time he came to a stop, he was several hundred yards up the road. The guy ran toward his car, soaking wet. He was shivering as he approached the car, a baseball cap pulled down over his ears. George lowered the passenger side window. I'm going west, he offered, thinking he'd be non committal. That's good. It wasn't until they were back on the road, slush collecting in long sloppy piles along the wiper blades, that george sneaked to look at his passenger. A tumble of dark hair flopped over