Nothing, Yet! A short non-verbal smile flickered momentarily as his bottom lip jutted upwards as if to challenge an unspoken memory—warming her, alerting her. She drowned in his eyes in the first challenge as he’d turned them on her saying nothing— into an unbroken silence. He’d danced Dixieland-jazz in the club house with her to show how he’d felt. The departing ski club bus uttered opening snorts as its air-brakes disengaged into late afternoon snow. The enraged driver, delayed beyond endurance by her tardy arrival, made trivial her irrational excuses— her lack of expertise on skis with pack; her imprudence.…