What happens when everything you’ve got to give isn’t enough to save someone you love?
Maine. It’s winter. And it’s FREEZING STINKIN’ COLD! Dinah is wildly
worried about her best friend, Skint. He won’t wear a coat. Refuses to
wear a coat. It’s twelve degrees out, and he won’t wear a coat. So
Dinah’s going to figure out how to help. That’s what Dinah does—she
helps. But she’s too busy trying to help to notice that sometimes, she’s
doing more harm than good. Seeing the trees instead of the forest?
Skint isn’t going to be the one to tell her. He’s got his own problems.
He’s worried about a little boy whose dad won’t let him visit his mom.
He’s worried about an elderly couple in a too-cold house down the
the wedge between what drives Dinah and what concerns Skint is wide
enough for a big old slab of ice. Because Skint’s own father is in
trouble. Because Skint’s mother refuses to ask for help even though
she’s at her breaking point. And because Dinah might just decide
to…help. She thinks she’s cracking through a sheet of ice, but what’s
actually there is an entire iceberg.
Griffin received her MFA from the Vermont College of Fine Arts. She
lives outside of Boston with her dear darling beau and their dogs.