2 January 2009. Sad gray rain. Muted reds across the way--open, same-day service, Marlboro sign... And a man in green slicker walking small fine-boned dog. West Coast sounds...
Natasha at top of steps to back-door--her puffy pearl-gray luxury--looking back over shoulder--the door, the door...
Brooke, somewhere in the East, winter's cold...
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