Cold Glass
‘Wow,’ Sharon said breathlessly. ‘It’s snowing.’ It was the beginning of winter break and it had yet to snow, so when Sharon saw the feather-like white flakes outside, she rushed to the sliding glass window that led to her back yard. Placing her palms against the glass, she watched the snow fall peacefully. ‘James, come look!’ she said without even a glance toward him. With her parents out all night on their date, Sharon had had the perfect opportunity to have her boyfriend over. James watched...