CHAPTER EIGHT
June and Connie returned to their apartment just off the Riley College campus. Things hardly seemed the same; during their first few minutes home, Connie looked inside the refrigerator: there were the same cartons of milk, the same dishes of leftovers sitting exactly as they were the last time she had looked inside when she and June awaited their ride to the airport for the trip to Florida. Now, it seemed so long ago.
June was looking out the frosted kitchen window at the surrounding hills. A heavy snow had fallen and the hills stretched out white before her eyes under a sullen sky. Florida's bright sun belonged to another world, but until this morning they had been real enough. June sighed and riffled through the pages of a book which lay open on the kitchen table.
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