“Winter Fox. I would love to see more of your home here in Finland. The grounds surrounding the center look intriguing—woodsy and quiet. Are you willing to show me more of your personal space?”
Hearing this, Naomi knows she should be wary, and maybe feel guilty about the growing connection she feels with this woman.
When they get to the grounds of Arteles, Naomi notices that the weather is getting colder. There’s a chill in the fall air that reminds Naomi of the atmosphere just before a snowfall.
Reeta takes Naomi’s hand as they walk toward the back part of the center grounds. As before, Naomi feels a warm pulsing from beneath Reeta’s skin. It makes Naomi think almost of an animal—the feel of a cat or dog’s paw. But that’s ridiculous.
Aloud, she asks, “Are we expecting snow here soon? I think it’s snowing now in Beckley, where I’m from. Or least it’s expected by midweek. My—Cat—mentioned it on the phone.”