Rosalind was in her room looking out the window at the snowy drifts and saw his car pull in. She was happy to see that he was home, but even happier to see what was on top of his car: a freshly cut pine tree. She ran downstairs and sat on the bottom step, eagerly awaiting the green behemoth. Susan had prepared a space in the far corner of the room opposite John's den, but she was upset that they wouldn't be able to see it through any of the windows. Normally, she would have put it in the living room window, but John insisted on buying a television that year so he could watch the news. He still read the newspaper, but in the interest of keeping up appearances, one had to lead by example if one was to be a community leader. The door flew open and the cold air hit Rosalind in the face. She closed her eyes and let it cool her until he pushed the tree in. "Can I get some help with this?" he said. Susan ran to the door, laughing.
