A phone call.
She heard the phone ring. It was on ‘speaker’, so she could hear the entire call, even over the noise of the shower. He was standing just outside of the bathroom door.
“I just arrived, Steve. She’s not here.” Her father sounded desperate.
He would be caught in a bad place if she hadn’t got home.
Where else could he look? He would go out again into this if he had to, except there’d be no tracks that he could follow. It would all be guesswork; looking for the proverbial needle in the hay stack.
“You have no need to worry, Sir. She’s here at home, safe. She got in about an hour or more ago. She was wet, and feeling the cold, but she’s okay now and is recovering fast.”
He wouldn’t say anything about finding her unconscious in the snow, or about undressing her in the bath and bathing her. Fathers... parents, didn’t need to be told things like that happening to their daughter.
Steve heard the sigh of relief at the other end, but she didn’t hear that.
“How is she? Let me talk to her.”
“She’s bathing, getting warmed up. I’ll tell her you called and that she can call you back.”
Mr. Moranis was so relieved, he wouldn’t have cared a fig about what else might be happening to his daughter. She was safe.
“Thanks. I can’t blame her if she won’t talk to me. I’m stuck here for the night and maybe tomorrow too. What about you?”
“I can’t go anywhere either. I’ll stay here with her until you get back.”
Yes, he would. He had a lot of things to tell her and to say to her. To ask.
“Thanks, son. I owe you. I need to thaw out now, and get a fire lit. Had a hell of a time getting up here, so we’ll both be stuck for a while. Look after her for me please. She’s all I’ve got. I’ll phone again when I get this place warmed up. At least I can stop worrying, and rest now.”