A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “In Comes the Cold” by M.C. St. John

“It is bloody freezing,” his wife said. “Bernard, say something. Anything.” “What am I to say that I haven’t uttered to the old man before?” “Perhaps raising your voice.” “I do. I do.” “Upstairs. Not here.” Too late. Their daughter, Alice, wriggled awake in Maggie’s arms and cried. Maggie bounced the baby as best she…