"What are you doing there in the snow?" Carl Johnson asked Violet. "Did you not realize you would sink and die?"
She glared at him as fiercely as she could while chattering and freezing.
He scooped her up out of the snow and held her in the palm of his hand right in front of his face. It was a horrible sensation. He stared at her so intensely that his massive eyebrows met in the middle. He huffed a breath out of his nose so forcefully that it knocked her backward. At least he did not have bad breath, Violet thought, and she was out of the snow.
"You better come with me," he said. "If you are always in the middle of the mess, it seems that you will need to clean it up." And then without another word he tucked her into his coat pocket.
His pocket was warm and protected her from the elem
