Ah, yes. Love was in the air. It was Valentine's Day when a very important decision was made.
Romance flittered from boy to girl; meanly avoided the outcasts, laughed, fluttered some more, and then continued her dance of chocolates and hormones. And the air was a thick quilt, warmed by the heating system, and the murmurs and hung in the air- above love but below God- it hung like fog.
Snow was outside laying untouched, pure as sin, but not forgotten, and its tiny flakes glinted and winked- reminders of no's and whispers of promises not kept, and it was very, very fluffy.
This was when dear Anna Lee decided that she would observe. She decid