A Suspicious Gift

As soon as the sun had set, the temperature began to drop.

Maude walked in from outside, her little face flushed red from the cold.

Her hair was still damp with moisture as she said, "It might rain tonight. If you feel cold, should I light the charcoal fire?"

Ever since Rosalind returned, she had become very sensitive to the cold. On rainy days, her knees would ache faintly.

With an old illness li