Artemise blew her nose. You never saw anyone so bitter at not having caught a cold. True, it would not be over freezing for a week, the wind could be heard from here, and the only reason she could not see the ice and snow outside the window was that she was lying on the couch.
She glanced over. A gust blew a burst of snow by. She winced.
Sophia walked over and checked her forehead. "Still feverish. You will have to stay here."
The glares from the other women were bitter.