River looks at Ennis; and she smiles back, and slips her hand into his.
It's a circuitous route they take back to the house -- not too tiring, but enough to make it a stroll (or a pasear, as some might say) -- and inside there's a warm kitchen, and soft chairs, and pie. And maybe Ennis keeps wearing his heavy overshirt even in the warmth, and maybe he doesn't touch a bit of the pie or even a sip of coffee. But it's still there, and that's something.
And so are Sallie and Jack. And that's something, too.
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Date: 2006-10-04 08:29 pm (UTC)To breathe. To walk. To remember what you are.
River looks at Ennis; and she smiles back, and slips her hand into his.
It's a circuitous route they take back to the house -- not too tiring, but enough to make it a stroll (or a pasear, as some might say) -- and inside there's a warm kitchen, and soft chairs, and pie. And maybe Ennis keeps wearing his heavy overshirt even in the warmth, and maybe he doesn't touch a bit of the pie or even a sip of coffee. But it's still there, and that's something.
And so are Sallie and Jack. And that's something, too.