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Show 78 requests for warmer coffee and "new sugar" to the waiter. She poured three packets of sugar into her cup of coffee and then said it tasted bad and added a fourth. We talked mostly about her life and her problems, which included being recently fired and having to move back in with her parents. She reminisced on old times, including a lot of stories that I was marginally involved in but had forgotten about. After Denny's we drove around for a while-she said she wanted to find an overlook of the valley, and I nodded in agreement-but there was snow on the ground and certainly in the mountains so the summer canyon spots were out. She knew of a back road that wound above the Lindon cemetery, but that was closed off as well. We eventually made our way to the summit of the G mountain and the waterfall, where I had been dozens of times. Thanks to a surrounding grove of thick trees, that area only gave glimpses into the city and they shifted and closed with the wind. It had been snowing on and off all night, on at this point, and I looked through the windshield up into the sky. Partly because I was used to looking up in Arizona and seeing dimly lit stars, it was easy for me to imagine that each snowflake was a star slowly winding to the ground. Allison kept the car running for the heat and so she could listen to music. The singer's voice was piercing and sweet and sad and almost unbearable. Allison offered me some vodka from a flask she kept in the glove compartment. I hadn't had anything to drink in a while, but that sounded good enough and I took a few drinks of it. |
