She stood before the door after fixing herself, a little tight, she felt her corset suck her belly dry. Her hair was a struggle to pin but she managed it. She noticed she had been ‘fainting’ or ‘dreaming’ of things for the past few weeks she had been here. It will become December on the fortnight. Snow will fall and the cold will chill the house. They need to get much of tree trunks for the month’s coolness.
Gazing out of the window, the trees were swinging on the passing wind. Some leaves fell off, she had her eyes stuck on the thickness of its stems, like drooling for a desire to use it. Enough for the whole month’s coldness.
But Lilith thought, Grahams seems too old and weak for chopping woods, she needed someone young and strong, but Stewt was unable to do cuttings since not only because his finger was cut off, but also his knee is not in best condition to do such heavy chores.