J.R. MYERS The Last Snowman It was a battle again; Ray pushing and demanding, never satisfied because he didn’t know what he wanted; Ethel pining to be left alone, wanting nothing more than to gaze at old familiar things and daydream. “It’s no use your moping around,” Ray scowled when his wife refused to come outside with him. “And it’s no use your storming around like a bull in a china