January 13, 1985
12/09/2009
Look! It’s snowing, Eliza said.
Emily rolled over in her bed, the low-grade fever she was beginning to develop kept her under the thick quilt she and Eliza had shared since they were born.
Make sure you take a scarf. Don’t forget to button your jacket all the way! And grab a pair of gloves, the waterproof ones. Your wool ones will be soaked from the snow, it looks wet out there, Emily advised.
I wish I could stay home with you, she pouted. We could play in the snow all day!
I’m sick, Emily said.
No, you’re not. You just have a fever, her little sister teased. The snow would fix your fever and you’d be just fine!
Emily chuckled, Get your boots on before Mom has to drive you and then you can’t play in the snow.
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