Nadine sits across from Barry as he retells his favorite anecdote dealing with The Blue Bear and Saul Bank. A conical lampshade shapes the white glow of the natural bulb in the hood above the party. She remembers the summers in Nebraska and sighs quietly. Glasses clink around on the coffee table in front of them as someone refits a stray coaster under their ceramic cup. A soft, summer breeze pushes the curtains away from the window slightly as the sun begins to set over the trees in the west by the hills. They are glad the winter has ended.
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