Everyone on Canal Street without a doubt agreed the winter was the coolest they had seen in years. Even the canal froze over in the lower parts. The children from all over Deepwater came with ice skates new and bright, no doubt from Christmas. The children on Canal Street weren't as fortunate--well, maybe next year. But shoes will slide on ice, too. Everyone was laughing, even the ones who fell and started to cry stopped quickly and started to laugh.
Susan pushed Edie down the street in her wheelchair to a lower bank of the canal so she could see Susan slide on the ice.
"Now be careful, Susan," Edie called to Susan as she started to step out on the ice. Edie remembered the days when she ice skated and twirled around and around. She was good. Her Aunt Emma taught her, like she taught how to horseback ride and swim and tennis. She wished she could be out on the ice with Susan or at least afford to buy her a pair of skates. She thought, "I'll save some money and buy her a pair for Christmas next year." Then she thought "The canal may not freeze over." It hadn't in fifty-two years. "Maybe I should buy her roller skates instead."
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