Sam came around the side of the car and stopped dead when he saw me. βOh my God, what is THAT?β I used my thumb and middle finger to flick the multicolored pom-pom on top of my head. βIn my language, we call it a HAT. It keeps my ears warm.β βOh my God,β Sam said again, and closed the distance between us. He cupped my face in his hands and studied me. βItβs horribly cute.β He kissed me, looked at the hat, and then he kissed me again. I vowed never to lose the pom-pom hat.
