We should go sledding." I suggest as we're eating breakfast. "With the storm yesterday, there's a fresh layer of snow."
He picks up a mug from the table and pours some orange juice into my glass. "Sledding is for kids, Jess."
"It's for anyone. When's the last time you went sledding?"
"I don't know. Probably when I was 8 or 9."
"Dominic, that's forever ago! Where's your sled?"
"We don't have one."
"Then let's go get one and find a sledding hill."
"Come on, Jess. Let's do something else."
"Please?" I tilt my head and smile.
He sighs. "Jesus, I swear you're worse than Lilly. You know i can't say no to you. I guess we're going sledding."
Charles overhears our conversation as he comes in from the kitchen. "You should take her to Bryant Park. They have a great sledding hill."
"Do you
