Sarah hung her red woolen cape on a hook by the door and removed her gloves. She took a chair at the small table across from Jacob but knew if she moved her elbow, she would probably connect with his arm. Sarah sat up straight to reduce opportunities for touching.
Jacob gave her a quizzical look. “Would you prefer to sit with my sister and her friends?”
Sarah darted her eyes across to the other table.
“I’m content here. Hot cider is good after being outside in the cold.”
“Was it too cold for you? Does your chest bother you?”
It did, but Sarah merely cleared her throat. “It’s wonderful to glide along on a sleigh.”
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