It was all there, the white picket fence, two story home with single-pane windows. When a nor’easter was on the horizon, they would have to nail shut the shutters, along with the screen door. The house would creak and strain when the wind howled.
If the fire had died during a stormy night they would sometimes have trouble lighting a new one. The cold draft that snuck through the walls would make it seem like they were outside on a breezy day. Eventually my sister’s took turns to keep the fire going all night long during a storm.
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