It had been going for a while before he realized he’d been hearing it: a radio, or somebody’s iPod earbuds up way too high. He wrestled his way out of the too-small sleeping back and padded through the room in stocking feet to try to find the source of the noise.
It was the Carsons’ teenager, what was her name? “Emily.”
She reached into her own sleeping back and the noise stopped. “What?”
“What are you listening to?”
“Some classical piece I’ve never heard of before. Found the iPod yesterday.”
He convinced her to share. It was Debussy, “La Mer.”
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