Saturday's Storyteller: "The weather outside was frightful. And inside...let's just say I preferred my snow-covered tree house."
by Belinda Roddie The weather outside was frightful. And inside...let's just say I preferred my snow-covered tree house. In fact, I decided to stay in there than in the main house with my parents, who were already busy cuddling on the couch in the living room and watching some kind of football game. I knew this because I had a solid view of them, their huddled silhouettes vivid behind the ice glazed window. I wasn't alone, either. Anna was already nestled in the corner close to the stacks of books I kept here, swaddled in one of the blankets. I walked over to her and felt the planks of the floor beneath me creak. The wind seemed to howl in reply to the sound. She let me slip into the blanket beside her and bury my face in her chest. "Cold as balls," she muttered, as I debated squeezing her hand. "Are balls usually cold? I always figured they got warm and sweaty." "I wouldn't know. Never touched 'em before." "I heard t