“Did you get rested?” she asked.
“Yes. The house is warmer. The cold didn’t use to bother me. Now it hurts my bones.”
She nodded. “I know what you mean.”
The house was old and somewhat drafty. She supposed the reason he spent so much time in his chair was that he felt comfortable under his warm lap blanket. He’d puttered around more in the fall, raking leaves, and repairing a broken part of their back fence. He always came
in a little winded.
“We’re going to have nice weather for getting out this afternoon,” Abby said. “The high is going to be thirty-five with a clear sky. We won’t have to worry about slipping on ice.”
“Been about five years since the evening you fell on ice and broke your wrist,” Vic said.
Abby shivered. “I remember. It was one of the scariest days of my life. I k
