against the float at the town wharf and turned its running lights off.
“A lot,” he said, “and I don’t know what it is, or how to fix it.”
She nodded slowly with her head against his shoulder.
“But I guess we’re in it together,” Jesse said.
“Yes,” she said. “I’m pretty sure we are.”
Both their drinks sat half-finished on the table, diluting as the ice melted while they sat in the near darkness, holding hands and not talking, for a long time before they went to bed
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