“Okay, so is there a plan B?” she asked. She looked at the snowy slope beneath her dangling feet, her skis like exclamation points in midair.
Ralph turn at yelled to the skiers behind them, “What’s going on?”
“Happens all the time,” a silver clad skier yelled back. “Just wait a minute, we should start moving again.”
Ralph wasn’t one to wait. He pulled out his phone to check for a signal and . . .
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