"Later," she agrees, tucking his arms more snugly around her. "I can't even think about going out of the house right now. I want everyone to be ready to cheer the new, scraggly faced you."

She thinks longingly of a warm, sandy flood. "I wonder how many people would be brave enough to put on swim clothes. Full on bikinis. For everyone! Men, too. Maybe like, two percent of people would do it?"