Having been with him for many years, she might not have known some of his bad habits, such as his dislike for others touching him.
But he didn't despise her touch; he even craved it a bit.
Whenever her fair little feet accidentally touched his, aside from a strange feeling that always spread inside him, there were no other abnormalities.
She couldn't sit still while watching TV, touching things here and there.
Sometimes she sat watching TV, and other times she would rummage through the drawers looking for snacks.
As new years eve rumbled on, she grew tired, and started to doze off leaning on the sofa.
At first, she leaned against the sofa, but then she leaned on him.
His embrace was warm; she liked to bury her little head in his chest, just as she would with her stuffed toy.
Sylvan Cheney stayed up with her until the New Year's countdown began, and only then did he wrap her in a blanket and carry her to the bedroom.
He laid her down in bed and covered her with a blanket.
