For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
A woman came out of the glass cabin a moment later.
She had long dark hair and wore a heavy wool designer coat.
She was carrying two glass mugs of steaming coffee.
She stepped carefully around the deck chairs.
She handed one mug to Mark.
He smiled at her and took a sip.
She leaned her head against his shoulder.
I rolled the back window down an inch.