Continued from Part One when our hapless hermit was about to become a sledding bug on the frozen windshield of rural life…. My body consisted of no extra parts or forces beyond tension in my shoulders, strain in white-knuckled fists on the wheel, and anxiety. But these tensions all melted away like April snow when at last the truck, like a drunken ice skater, careened sideways onto the edge of my driveway. I breathed a prolonged sigh of relief as I sat in place, gathering my wits.  …

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