Davey loves his brother. He doesn’t, however, love being awaken in the middle of the night because it’s snowing.
“Davey, wake up!” Les hadn’t yet mastered the art of whispering, so his quiet words still seemed to echo in Davey’s ear. Davey groaned and rolled over.
“Les, we gotta sell tomorrow,” he mumbled, still half-asleep. “Whaddya need?”
“Look outside!” Les sounded so excited that Davey couldn’t deny him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, then looked out the small window of their shared bedroom. He was surprised to see little flakes of white falling from the night sky and landing on the fire escape. The wind was already picking up, and Davey could tell the city would be completely covered by the morning.
“It’s snowing!” Les was grinning so widely Davey thought his cheeks might burst. “I hope it’s still there in the morning. I really, really, really wanna play in it.”
“I’m sure it’ll still be there,” Davey said, ruffling his little brother’s hair. “It’s freezing outside. Actually, it’s kinda freezing in here, too. Are you cold?”
Les shrugged. “A little.”
“I’ll grab another blanket.” Davey braced himself and got out of bed, shivering in the cold of the apartment. He pulled a worn quilt from a trunk at the foot of the bed and draped it over Les before climbing in himself. Les snuggled close to Davey.
“I love snow, Davey,” Les said. He stared outside, watching the flakes fall. “What do you think it’ll be like sellin’ papes in it?”
“Probably the same as selling papes any other time of year,” Davey replied. “But our feet will probably be a little wetter.”
“Oh.” Les thought about that for a moment. “Hey, Davey?”
“Can I make a snowball?”
“Right now? Can’t you make one in the morning?”
Les shook his head. “It’s the first snow. If I make one in the morning, it won’t be the first snow anymore.”
“…fine.” Davey got out of bed again, and this time Les followed him, wrapped tightly in the quilt. Davey opened the window, shivering in the blast of cold air that followed, and scooped up a handful of snow. He gave it to Les, who started shaping it excitedly.
“Davey, look!” Les held up a solid, if lumpy, snowball.
“It’s perfect,” Davey said. “What do you want to do with it?”
“I don’t know.” Les looked at it. “I wanna throw it, but there’s no one to throw it at.”
“How ‘bout you just throw it out the window?” Davey suggested. “See if you can clear the fire escape.”
“Okay!” Les wound up his arm and tossed the snowball, managing to lob it straight over the railing. “I did it!”
“Good throw.” Davey ruffled Les’s hair. “Now let’s go back to sleep. You’ll get to throw more snowballs tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Les yawned.
Davey shut the window, and they both climbed back into bed, where Les snuggled right back up to Davey, asleep in moments. Davey soon followed.