"I didn't know tape players still existed." Sara looked over Wirt's desk, analyzing the drawings and books and various knickknacks scattered about. It fit well for him.
"They haven't made a come back like vinyl records have, but they still exist." Witt took the tape from his pocket and inserted it into the machine. "While we were cleaning the attic last spring, my mom found it and gave it to me rather than just throw it away."
He looked as though he were going to continue the story, but turned silent, letting his poetry readings fill the space between them.