Chuck

She thought it was actually much nicer here than outside where the humidity had become oppressive.

She looked out across the green country from the window of his study and noticed, in the failing light, the pockets of fog clinging to the lower lies of land.

"'Art!'

she said, turning away from her contemplation of the window scene and spooning up some of her potato salad."

Nice detail.

She said, I think we ought to celebrate your latest triumph.

She went back to American, by the way.

She forgot where she was from for a moment.

He made a deprecating gesture with his hand.

No, I really mean it.

We haven't seen some of the old gang for a while.

Jack and Cynthia, for instance.

We ought to really have them out.

And then there's Tim and Mary.

Let's have quite a party.

He warmed to the idea, thinking about it as she went.

She took some plates into the other part of the house and got some ice cream out of the freezer to bring it back to the study.

She noticed then how warm the rest of the house was after the clean, cool air of the cave.

As an afterthought, she decided first to bring a deck chair in that they'd left on the terrace where she'd been sunning herself in shorts earlier that day.

When Fran went outside, she noticed again the oppressive heaviness of the air.