Camilla was still at Bradford's place. Sitting in the living room, they looked outside the window. The first winter snowflakes had begun to fall.
Putting on her black coat and thick red scarf, hat, and gloves, she ran outside into the snow.
There was something magical about the snow falling. Camilla loved this time of the year. Everything was crispy white. Bradford looked at her, "Woman, you're crazy. This will be the death of you. Get inside before you get sick," he called out to her.
Camilla burst into a bubble of laughter, ran towards him, and grabbed his hand, pulling him outside to enjoy the snow with her. "This is beautiful," she laughed, "don't be dramatic." She ran around as the snow fell, and Bradford chased after her.
Looking outside through his window, Grandpa watched as th
