Violetta had always wanted to live someplace warm. New York City was frigid. The newscaster came over the radio predicting snow and subzero temperatures for the third day in a row, and Violetta grabbed an extra scarf. Three layers of woolen tights beneath her skirt, four sweaters, an overcoat, ski gloves, a fuzzy hat, and now two scarves. Some day, she thought, dashing out the door to work. Some day I will live where sundresses can be worn year round.
Little did she know that would never happen.