After dinner, Bethany and Dana held hands as they hurried through the blustery evening to the nearest subway entrance. The night sky was deep and clear, and the stars had a crystalline quality to them that Dana always associated with snow, even though there wasn’t a cloud in sight. When she mentioned it to Bethany, her friend laughed. “I think it’s too cold to snow,” she said, hugging Dana for warmth. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get home and out of this weather. God, I am so ready for spring.”
The subway wasn’t heated but at least the wind wasn’t blowing in the tunnel, and in the enclosed car, the combined body heat of the other people helped keep everyone warm. When Dana and Bethany reached their stop and climbed the stairs to the street, they had to bend over to hide th
