The Tarp of the Rinko's Doryard

On Sunday, February 2, 1942, I awoke to the sight of snow falling outside my window. It was just past dawn, and the world was cloaked in pale blue and gray. On the hill across the way there were several cars parked in the Rinko's Doryard. There was also a hearse from Grovengers. Most of the activity was centered around the Chrysler. The tarp had been pulled back, and all the doors opened. Then I heard my father bang out our front door and saw him starting to trudge through the falling snow down our hill. He would be a slow hard slog across the Gully and up to the Rinkos' house.