"Oh, this is just great." Chris growled. "Our furnace is run by electricity."
"We have the fireplace and enough wood." Arlene told her.
"Not enough in here to last the night." Chris replied, "There's more in the shed, I think."
"Somebody should go get more before it gets too dark out." Marcia said.
"I'm somebody." Davy shrugged, "I'll go."
"I'll show you where the shed is." Marcia replied.
Chris looked out the kitchen window. It seems that the snow was finally slowing down, but it was still windy. She turned back to Davy and Marcia.
"Ok, go ahead, but be careful. That snow looks deep."
"We'll be careful, mum." Davy smiled.
Davy and Marcia went back downstairs into the foyer and put on their coats and boots. Marcia grabbed a flashlight and led him over to the back door and the two of them quickly exited the house. The shed was an old aluminum structure used mostly to hold firewood and lawn tools. Holding hands, the two of them made their way over to the shed. However, they found that the door had been frozen shut.
Davy took out his cigarette lighter, lit it and held it near the latch in order to try to thaw it. Marcia was a little shocked when she realized Davy smoked; on TV the Monkees were clean-cut boys.
She also had thought the Monkees had really played on their albums, but that was false too. Marcia brushed her brown wind-blown hair from her eyes. Despite what she had learned today, she found that she still loved the Monkees, regardless of the image they had taken pains to portray.
Marcia started to shiver in the blowing wind. She stepped closer to Davy.
"Any luck yet, Davy?" She said.
"Almost, luv?." Davy said. He flicked off the lighter's flame and tried the door handle once again. This time it turned, and the two of them quickly pulled the door open and stepped inside the shed.
They stayed there for several seconds, glad to be at least a little protected from the elements.
Marcia began to shiver again, despite being protected from the wind. Davy saw that and wrapped his arms around her. Marcia returned the hug.
"You're nice and warm, Davy." Marcia said, burying her face in his jacket.
"This weather is a walk in the park where I'm from." Davy replied.
He kissed the top of her head and gave her a squeeze. "You ok, now?"
Marcia smiled and kissed his cheek. "I'm fine now, Davy." She said, "Thank you."
Davy smiled and released her and the two gathered up two armfuls of wood. They walked out of the shed and Davy kicked the door closed.
Walking slowly, they went back to the house.
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