Inside were tiny sweaters and booties.
The sweaters weren't just the most vibrant shades of autumn, they were softer than anything she'd ever experienced.
Gabriel felt a thaw deep within him, one fed by the hope that arguing over her sweaters was the worst they'd face from here on out.
Megan wandered, looking through piles of sweaters and pants.
The walls were lined with blouses, formal wear, business wear, jackets, and other kinds of clothing, while displays of knit shirts, sweaters, jeans, and slacks spanned out before her.
Light sweaters, long-sleeved shirts, a couple pairs of jeans.
Most wore trendy boots and coats, sat in designer jeans and sweaters worth a month of her salary, and wore make- up that coordinated perfectly with their expensive clothing and hair.
Most days were blessed by a sun that warmed you enough that a couple of heavy sweaters were more than adequate outer wear.
After dressing in double sweaters, wool knickers and stockings, they racked their skis atop their jeep and drove south from town into the mountains.
The town's promenaders were clothed in sweaters at most, with only tee shirts adequate in the brilliant sun.
The boys wore long hair and striped sweaters and yelled their college yell every other step they took, to the great satisfaction of the populace, which was glad to have this evidence that their lungs were in good condition.