Special Friends
Zoe lifted a hand from under the covers and reached out until she could feel the soft blonde curls of her friend, who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed. The hair was the softest thing she had ever touched and always so very light that the static in her hand would cause it to cling to her fingers, or so she first thought. She now knew better. Zoe had always felt privileged in being allowed to touch it, and she was the only one who could do so. No special permission had ever been given. It was simply that Abbey did not even seem to notice, or if she did, it did not bother her. Very gently, so as not to wake her, Zoe touched her face and was shocked to discover that even after hot soup and a warm bath, she was still cold to the touch.
“Abbs, you’re still cold
