“What are the odds that during the first 4/20 after Chicago legalized weed, everyone would be trapped inside?”
“Dumb luck, I suppose,” said Dania. “Although, isn’t the whole month technically 4-20 this year?”
“Huh.”
“What are the odds that during the first 4/20 after Chicago legalized weed, everyone would be trapped inside?”
“Dumb luck, I suppose,” said Dania. “Although, isn’t the whole month technically 4-20 this year?”
“Huh.”
CW: discussion of murder & war crimes
“Why did we watch this?” Dania asked, falling onto the armrest of the couch. Her eyes glazed over, numb to the respectful patriotism in the credits music playing from Gwen’s computer.
“I wanted to know what the fuss was about,” Gwen said, calmly. “Do you remember when it came out? How it was the only thing people could talk about?”
“That’s how you know it’s on vinyl,” Kaysy grinned. From the speakers, the crackle of the record could barely be heard –– but in the empty room, it was clear as any other voice.
“What’s the typical phrase…” Gwen mused, tapping her chin. “It sounds ‘warmer?’”
“I’ve never understood that,” said Dania. “It’s music, how is it gonna be warm?”
Seemingly in response, the album began just as Dania finished speaking, with a strum across the guitar and an insistent rhythm on the bass string. Before more than a moment had passed, a voice joined the tune and provided the beginnings of a story.
I went out looking for the answers / and never left my town…
“Tea?”
“Thank you,” said Lauren, taking the mug from Gwen. It wasn’t often that all three of the trio could meet together to formally discuss a book –– and even rarer that they could do so with another friend. So Gwen had pulled out the stops to make the meeting an “occasion.”
“Does everyone have their copy of ‘Silent Spring’ with them?” Gwen asked, finally taking a seat around the coffee table. Eleanor and Lauren, both resting on the couch, held up worn copies of the novel.
“I just borrowed Eleanor’s when she was done,” Dania said. “I remember most of it.”