#* nora

[bunburie-a-blog]

@bonnmot

     “It’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.” They have a long, thin patch of grass for a back yard, vibrant and bright and surrounded by beaten sand and rock. Jacob is chasing Rachel through Eddie’s flowerbeds, two little brightly dressed blurs flinging clumps of mud behind them as they scoop through it with their feet. Nora’s watching them between sips of iced tea. “I miss New York, but – we have a life here, you know? A whole life of our own.”

[bunburie-a-blog]

@rekant / starter call

     “Please tell me you serve just – coffee. Normal coffee.” She feels a little under the weather but it’s not a real grievance – she won’t be here long. “Not that pumpkin business.”