“Will you be at your mother’s engagement party?” Mrs. Coleman asked, washing the dishes and at the same time stealing a glance at Kate who was heating up herself by the fireplace n the kitchen.

Winter was just hanging by her ears and spine these days; even night was the worst hours for her to dwell. And recently she had come to realize she was hornier at night than every other hour, especially when winter was very much in the atmosphere. She had begged Mrs. Coleman to make ...