doesn't feel cold

SO WE LEFT and started trudging through the sleet.
The sound of it hitting the ground and the sidewalks and roads was a wet rattle. I didn’t need to, but I hunched my shoulders as if against the cold and dropped my chin down to my neck as much as I could. “Goodness, this is brisk,” I said.
“Is it?” Carlos asked.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“Of course I am,” Carlos said. “But I figured the Winter Lady would think this was a balmy day.”
I stopped in my tracks and stared at him for a moment.
He offered me a sudden, mischievous smile. “Hi, Molly.”


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