Whit was quiet on the walk to the mall. The snow falling around them—again—didn’t interest her. They always had a white Christmas, a white New Year’s, a white January/February/March, and sometimes a white April. She hated it—she hated being cold. She swore someday she would move to Hawaii, and never be cold again. All this was going through her mind on autopilot, while at the same time she was berating herself for her comment to Danny about killing him. She figured he knew she was joking, but with what had happened just before the holiday break, well, it just wasn’t the right time for a comment like that.
They got their treats and sat at a table in the corner, where they had some privacy. Danny had noticed she was quiet and wondered what he had done or said wrong. In front of them they ha
