Lying on her shag rug, I'd read books or fold newsletters while, on the bed, she read bigger books or typed envelopes, legs crossed on a psychedelic-paisley blanket, an electric Smith-Corona humming and clicking beneath her fingers. Kool-Aid in tall, sweating glasses. Joni Mitchell on the stereo.
(Contributed by Andy Smith)
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