Mildred buried herself in quilts on the divan. It was freezing inside the house, but her husband thought it was fine. She said, “look at my face! It’s ash grey I’m so cold! The fireplace needs wood. All I could find to burn were those sage leaves. Burning sage smells good but doesn’t provide any heat!” She pulled up the covers around her head.
“I don’t know what your problem is, Mildred, maybe you’re coming down with something. It’s not that cold.” He walked over to peer at the circle on the wall. “The thermostat says fifty degrees. Surely that’s warm enough, we have to conserve!”
“Maybe if you’re out in the sun, but inside it’s too chilly!” Mildred retrieved tissues from her robe pocket and blew, again. Then she added them to the large pile on the end table to make a point.