Windows slam shut, quilts are added to bedding, a sweater’s pulled out of the low bottom drawer, and dungaree legs meet my shoes.
A phone call from the house to the shop: "Lunch is ready, I made tomato soup and grilled cheese."
I fly through the chill air to the warmth of home, hearth and husband.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Exactly! Exactly! Comfort in the cold.