The young woman hoisted her groceries higher up on her hip, sighing to herself as she gazed up at the cloudless, darkening azure sky. It was a warm day, almost too warm. The hotter days were beginning to arrive, which made most people grumpy. No one liked the days where it was too hot to do anything but sit and complain about how hot it was. It was days like that where she pitied the rich, for they wore clothes made out of satin and silk and she knew those fabrics did not breathe well at all.