It took at least two feet of the white stuff plus whiteout conditions to do that. She woke up early so she could do some baking and still have time to wash her hair and take a stab at doing something with it. Her curls usually had a mind of their own, and today was no exception. Monica concentrated on applying some mascara and lipstick—things she rarely ever bothered with. She had a bottle of perfume in the bathroom vanity that Ted had given her, but when she opened it, she realized it was too old and had gone bad. She’d have to be content with smelling like soap. She doubted Greg would mind. She did take more care than usual selecting her clothes, though. Her normal attire generally consisted of jeans and a sweatshirt or old sweater. The ones she’d worn last night were now discarded in a pile, as she’d been up late baking and had gotten up while it was still dark to do some more. The whole cottage was infused with the smell of butter, sugar and cranberries.
