The Saturn lurched unhappily around the corner, its rear axle fishtailing in the heavy snow.  We were late for the third time this week.  At one o’clock in the morning, there were no street lights, but the road and the sky showing through the tall pines were an ethereal pink, like the middle of a blizzard at noon.  Protesting the sharp incline, the Saturn slid to a stop at the bottom of the driveway.  I stepped out of the car, my canvas sneaker sinking deep into the fresh snow.