“Just a phone call I already had.”

She wiped the same spot on the window frame three times.

“Well.

The booth by the door is open if you need someplace warmer to sit.”

She went back inside.

I put my hand in my coat pocket and found the plastic astronaut Lucy had tucked there, the one with the silver-painted helmet and one boot missing.

I rolled it between my fingers.

The helmet had a seam down the middle where the mold had closed.