“You"re chilled,” Nathan said, touching her shoulder. “Sit quiet a minute.”
Nathan went to his bedroom and carefully removed the white cashmere shawl from its wrapping. He spread the shawl evenly over one forearm and caught one end in his free arm. He came back to the kitchen and stood in front of Dorothy, lifted the shawl over her head and wrapped it gently around her shoulders.
“That"ll do it.”
Dorothy raised a shoulder until the shawl touched the bottom of her cheek, bringing back all the happiness of the previous summer.
“I kept the shawl. It"s yours. Whatever happens I want you to keep it,” Nathan said.
“Thank you, Nathan. I"ll have the shawl with me always.”
Dorothy was staring through her drying clothes and into the dying flames of the fire. The sound of water running into the
