It was a real Christmas card scene with snow still falling hard and each branch and twig of the leafless trees was balancing a ridge of white making i...t look really pretty. It was an evening when nobody in their right mind would be out driving or walking in the Derbyshire Dales. The fields that surrounded the cottage were blanketed in white and the hills beyond were obscured by the continuous snowfall.My name, by the way is Nola, a 14 year old home-alone weather orphan. Despite my age I am just. I’m also to tell you that your brother will meet you here after school lets out so don’t catch the bus.”“Oh! Okay!”I swung my feet down to the floor and immediately trod on my shoes. Apparently I’d taken them off before I lay down on the bed but I didn’t remember doing that. I busied myself putting my shoes on, and then the nurse handed me a wet cloth so I could wash my face. The warmth and wetness of the cloth felt good and helped me to finish waking up. The nurse took back the cloth and. There might be 10,000 lakes in the state but there are damn few radio stations worth listening to if you aren't near the Twin Cities. Personally, I don't like farm reports, country music, or preachers telling me I am damned if I don't send them a donation. That had been a constant complaint of all three girls since we moved out here. The only radio station they liked was located in the twin cities and could barely be tuned in most days. If I could provide them with a radio that picked up WKNZ,. On impulse, before my senses could get the better of me, I leanedacross the bar and planted a quick kiss on his lips before saunteringback to our room.???????Barbi, of course, expected no less - although she was a little shockedthat I'd had the nerve to steal that kiss. "Here I thought you'd need alittle booze to relax you, but apparently releasing your inner sissyslut did that all on its own."I was just about to say something completely inane when somebody elsestepped in from the lounge.