tonight?” he asked.
“I have my boots and my shovel,” I said. “But I will let you know if the drifts get too high.”
“You do that,” Harold said. “We want you staying safe on your feet.”
“I am staying safe,” I said.
After Harold left, I sat on the sofa and looked at the green velvet footstool. I lifted my feet and rested them on the soft fabric. The warmth continue reading …
