This woman really is stubborn.
Dirk Carter sighed to himself.
He went back to the meeting room and lay down.
Just as he was about to drift off, half-asleep, the wind outside suddenly howled louder, battering the windows so they rattled nonstop.
The cold gusts kept pouring in.
Dirk couldn't help but shiver.
This mountain air really was a few degrees colder than the county town.
He was just about to dive his head under the covers.
Suddenly, a bout of knocking came at the door.
"Deputy Magistrate Carter, are you asleep?"
It was Edith Walsh's voice.
Dirk froze, got up off the 'bed', went to the door, and as soon as he cracked it open, an icy blast shoved its way in. Edith stood in the doorway in just a sweater—she must've been waiting out there a while, her lips were even pale.
"Deputy Walsh, come inside."
Dirk hurried her in out of the cold.
Once Edith was through, Dirk quickly shut the door—the chill eased a little, but their hands and feet were still freezing.
