Sunday, The 16th
Evening
OUTSIDE THERE WAS A GRUMBLE OF THUNDER, PROMPTING SCOTT to open his eyes and see the barely visible ceiling of the temporary room that had looked down upon thousands of men and women and seen their stories. The dimness of the room resulted from the subdued grayness of the world outside, without aid from the artificial lights in the room. The depression beside him shifted, and her body moved so that she could conform to him and lay more fully against him. The rain came down hard against the roof of their room, pattering and forcing their heartbeats to stay steadily at a resting rate. The air inside had lost its crispness and had settled into the sweet smell of rain, which was seeping into the room and filling their lungs with the fresh feeling.
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