Closing the door against the night, she added a couple of logs to the coals in the Franklin stove and put a pot on the burner in the kitchen. Zach loved her homemade hot chocolate when it was blustery out, like it was tonight. Measuring the chocolate and milk, she set the flame on low and began to clear off the table. He joked with her about leaving study supplies everywhere, and since she had her mess, she shouldn’t comment on the tools and clothes he sometimes left lying around.
They had a television, but since she spent so much time reading, Zach had taken up the habit as well. It wasn’t unusual to find both of them curled up on the couch, lost in a book. Well, Zach got lost, or interrupted her reading with facts he found fascinating, while she tried to concentrate and take notes. Ther
