I doubt they’ll be dry enough to wear before morning.”
“What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to sleep here by the fire. Sex What did you say?” I yelled at her. I took her face in my hands again and squeezed her cheeks. “You’re awake,” I said. You can work on getting it warm under there while I’m gone.”
I lay on my side, pushed myself against the back of the couch, and re-arranged the blankets so she could crawl under them. She seemed pretty sluggish, maybe even confused. The snow was deeper than her boots, her jeans looked soaked, there was snow piled on the shoulders of her winter jacket, and the hair hanging from beneath her cap was caked with ice. After the movie ended, I turned to her and said, “You know, there should be enough hot water by now for a shower. “I’ll go heat some more water,” I said, hurrying out of the bathroom. I slowed down and waved, and she gave me a little wave and a grin, and kept on walking. Let us never complain about the heat and humidity again.”
Her laugh was a beautiful sound.
