“ Grain ? For all these people? All winter? That’s it?” I bark.I feel his eyes on me. His gaze makes me want to hide. “It’s not much.” He says to John. “But it’s something. At the very least we will have bread.”I think of what I would do to taste a tangerine right now. “Are you cold?” I hear him say.I glance at him, just long enough to see him undoing the scratchy scarf around his neck. “I’m fine.” I state.“You’re shivering.”“I’m perfectly warm, thank you.” The truth is that I am freezing but I am afraid of what the smell of his skin will do to me. He backs off. I catch him winding the fabric back around his own neck in my peripheral vision.