Rochelle’s own photo this week. And a rushed post from me. It’s nice to have time to write at all!
Gloves
“Where’s your gloves, now?” Sadie asked, exasperated.
“Dunno.” There was something in Evan’s voice that said he did.
“That’s four pairs gone!” Sadie yelled. “And it’s minus nine out there!”
Evan pulled his sleeves down over his hands.
“Fine. Let’s go or you’ll miss the bus,” she half pushed him out and down the drive.
On the way back to the house, she detoured into the field to check the trough hadn’t frozen. Beside it, she found a neat pile of mittens and a note in messy letters she knew so well.
“Put on you feet,” she read, “Itz cold.”
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