Her nose was very red, she shivered a bit, pressing her hands which were stiff with cold around the glass to warm them.

She had just come from the grocery story where you froze to death waiting for a quarter-pound of cheese and so she raved about the warmth of the shop.

It felt so good on one's skin.

After warming up, she stretched out her long legs and the six of them relaxed together, supping their coffee slowly, surround by all the work still to be done.

Mother Coupeau and Virginie were the only ones on chairs, the others, on low benches, seemed to be sitting on the floor.