Eating ice cream during her period, keeping the air conditioning as cold as deep winter, she wished she could crawl inside the refrigerator to spend the entire summer.
Jane Sampson, asleep, appeared unusually quiet, curled up and sleeping so peacefully, without the cunning and vivacity of the daytime.
James Black lay down next to Jane Sampson. Although he was used to her sleeping position by now, today, James Black found her standoffish demeanor to be heart-wrenching.
He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms, and it was such a slight movement that Jane Sampson was startled awake. She instinctively pushed him away with all her might.
"It's me," James Black hurriedly spoke, and then he heard Jane Sampson sigh with relief from the depths of her heart, followed by a complaint, "Why are you holding me?"
"To sleep," James Black patted Jane Sampson's back, "Sleep in my arms, you'll sleep more soundly."
Bullshit!
