Sixty-one

She kept her back to him, unwilling to face him. The weather was cold, the quilt warm, but her heart felt icy. A chill ran through her like a biting wind. Warmth sighed sadly, thinking that perhaps in...h radiated from her, with a distinct Eastern charm. She was beautiful and kind, very likable. You wouldn't know it if I didn't tell you, but she has a mild psychological defect and ADHD. This is conge...