It was winter. It had snowed lightly—an inch, or so—the day before. Now it was sunny, but very cold.
Jenny and I were in the backyard. She sat in a chair in the grass, and I stood close to her.
"Ready?" I asked.
"Ready," she answered.
"Ok. 1, 2, 3!"
She slipped her shoes off and put her bare feet in the snow. Meanwhile, I started the stopwatch function on my watch.
"You have tough feet!"
She smiled. "I've got to keep my reputation as Barefoot Jenny!"
"Now, please don't do this longer than necessary; I wouldn't want you to get frostbite on your tootsies!"
"Don't worry, Carl!"
"What's your longest time, going barefoot in cold weather?"
"About five minutes."
"Ever done that on a case?"
"Not yet, but you never know! That's why I'm doing this."
"Why don't you try it, Carl!"
I smiled. "Oh, no. My feet aren't as hardy as yours!"
We both chuckled.
This continued for a few minutes. She would sometimes shift her feet around in the snow. I must admit seeing her do this test made me more than a little concerned!
Seeing my concern, she said, "Carl, I told you, don't worry! I know my limits."
We waited a few more minutes. Finally, she said, "I've had enough."
She put her shoes back on, and I stopped the timer.
"7:42. Not bad at all!"
I helped her up, and we went in the house. A tub of hot water was already prepared and on the floor by the living room couch. She put her feet in it. After a few minutes, she put them in my lap. I dried them and gave her a long foot massage.
"Thanks, Carl. Your always here for me, aren't you?"
"Let's do it one more time tomorrow."
"I think I'll wear nylon socks. That's what I usually wear on jobs."
"Wear the navy-blue ones; they look especially cute on your feet!"
She smiled. "Sure, Carl!"