By the time we finished unloading the trunk, we had five fur coats, five pairs of fur-lined boots, some mittens that looked like they were made from some sort of skin, and one of those caps with the ear flaps. I thought about claiming that for myself, but one look at Charlie’s scrawny frame, and I knew that the boy needed all the help with body heat that he could get.
For a few minutes, it felt like an awkward adult dress-up party—just like the ones Jed and I used to have with the party dresses his mom’s friends had given him and the plastic Spiderman costume leftover from Halloween. I’d always felt a little silly with one of those pink sparkly things tugged up one leg and over my forearm. The abundance of my hips limited my ability to actually put on most of the dresses. Plus, I wasn’t r
