She kneaded her feet against her hot water bottle and pulled her blankets up under her chin and the moonlight came in the window and the snowlight and the room seemed very bright and cold. She burrowed into the pillows and Paul wrapped his eiderdown tightly about him so that only his face and a lock of dark hair showed, and they giggled with pleasure at being there together, warm and comfortable and awake, with all the days and nights of the holidays stretching out before them. "I'm hungry _again_," Paul whispered. "I am, too," Flip whispered back. "Are you hungry enough to do anything about it?" "No." "Me either." Then, after a moment, Paul whispered, "Flip--" "What?" "You remember your mother, don't you?" "Yes," Flip said. She had started to say 'of course' but stopped herself because Paul didn't remember his mother. "Tell me about your mother," Paul asked in a low voice. "Well--" Flip paused. She still found it difficult to speak about her mother because it seemed to make an ache in her chest and she remembered how engulfing that ache had been when she got out of the hospital and came home, her knee still in a cast. When she was able to walk again she would go into her mother's closet and shut the door and lean against her mother's clothes and hold them to her and bury her face in them because they seemed to retain the lovely fragrance she always associated with her mother. And one day she went to the closet and all her mothers clothes were gone and the closet was empty and her grandmother came in and said, "What are you doing there, honey?" And she asked, "Where are mother's clothes?" And her grandmother said, "I put one or two things aside but most of them I gave away. Come on, lamb, get on your things and we'll go for a little walk in the park." Paul reached out his hand and touched Flip's foot through the covers. "Don't you want to talk about her? I think I'd like to talk about my mother if I remembered her." "Yes. I want to talk about her," Flip said. "I was just trying to think what to tell you about her." "What did she look like?"