xxxvi. marathon/reunion
Lillie. Was. Everywhere.
Ever since she began her career as a local weather girl, televisions seemed to crop up in every establishment in town. Raeger couldn't go a day without hearing her name or seeing her face to the point of being pressured into purchasing a small TV for the restaurant.
Angela sat beside him, just before closing, eyes trained on the girl in yellow. "I'm proud."
"I know," he joked.
"...of her."
Lillie smiled sunnily into the camera as she spoke of incoming rainstorms. Raeger, entranced by her and the nostalgia of the moment, replied, "Me too. I'm sorry."