Chapter 5We had a fantastic time. There was just enough snow in the valley for a good snowball fight. I couldn’t believe how childlike Rachel behaved. She was quite different from the sophisticated businesswoman I’d seen in Montreal. She was very relaxed and seemed to thrive in this environment.
She laughed and ran around like a little kid. She had on a beautiful down-filled ski jacket, but the warm ski-slacks she wore looked like they’d seen better days. The heavy suede mukluks must have kept her warm, because she didn’t look like her feet were freezing, like Wesley’s and mine.
One thing I did learn, however, was that I was a much better snowball thrower than she was. I got her good several times. She maybe hit me twice. We ended up just piling the snow on each other as we wrestled on t
