EPISODE 3, SCENE 1 THE CROSS-COUNTRY TRAILS AROUND MOUNTAIN VILLAGE had already been cut by earlybird skiers. Luanne and her parents joined the parade, as they had done every Christmas Eve morning since Luanne could remember. It was a comfortable family holiday tradition. They paused for a hot chocolate break. Ethan pulled a thermos from under his jacket and passed it around. Luanne's mother reminisced about Dolores Thorne. "She was one tough lady," Karen marveled. "We used to skate together on the fish pond when it iced over. It'd be freezing cold and Dolores would skate around in her tattered bluejean jacket like it was a spring afternoon. I felt like such a wuss next to her." "Didn't you tell me she spent one winter living in a teepee?" Luanne asked, recalling another of her mother's Dolores story. "True," Karen laughed. "Her husband had died and left her a lot of property. Dolores could afford to build a mansion but she preferred this teepee up on Hastings Mesa. I don't know how she survived the winter but she did. She was ridiculously self-reliant." Chocolate break over, Ethan led Luanne and Karen along the rolling hills of the golf course. Ethan paused, waiting for Luanne and Karen to catch up. He gazed up the mountain and saw the bulldozers working on Clifftop. "Luanne," Ethan said when she skied over, "can't you write something in the paper to stop that abomination? I hate the sight of it." "That's not what a newspaper is about, dad," Luanne replied, with a hint of journalistic impudence. Her father scowled. "It should be," he said, and skied off.