The car stopped by the side of the road.

He agreed to an on-air interview.

The carny snapped around—snap!—and gave the goat roper a stare so electric with menace that Genevieve expected the colored lightbulbs that trimmed the booth to buzz and dim.

She is convinced that one particular snowflake that she names Harry—and why not Harry?—is unique, and yet he belongs to a larger family of snowflakes. Harry and his “relatives” share many characteristics of "snowflakeness,” yet he is different from all the rest—a point that even her older brother Dennis does not dispute.