A Snowy Slumber, Part 3

Her question kept ringing in my ears. Like the sour melody of an alarm clock with a broken snooze button, I kept hearing it.

Perhaps a smarter, cleverer man than I would've known the right way to handle an elephant of a question like the one she asked. But as I am now, sadly I'm just gonna have to be content with being squished under the heft of its foot.

"How do I do it…" I said, slowly enunciating every single word hoping comprehension would come any moment. "With—" 

"Ash, yeah…" Amanda reaffirmed, her tone trailing with a sincere curiosity. "When you're with her, like this, how did it go?" 

Any other time, any other scenario, and this would feel like a question she'd weaponize to tease me with over and over again, and for a moment, I almost believed she was… almost…

"Not only just Ash," She quietly went on. "Irene, you did it with her too, right? How did she…? Well, how was she for you?"