Weather is nobody’s fault, and when it is nobody’s fault, it is yours.

She was rebooked onto a 6:40 in the morning.

The hotels around that airport were between a hundred and ninety and two hundred and sixty dollars, and the airport shuttle was running every forty minutes, and she had seventy-one dollars available to her in the world until Friday.

So she stayed in the terminal, because the alternative was a taxi to a shelter in Queens at nine at night with two children and a suitcase and no guarantee of a bed, and because she had a flight in ten hours and she was not going to miss it.

She fed them at a food court.