Marty was different somehow. Not that different looked that much better on Marty. She was thinner, that was for sure. She was wearing her hair with an angular cut just beneath her jaw line. She was still serious. “So how’s DC?” I asked Marty as she walked down the stairs to the shop. “Is it OK to call it DC, or should I say Wash U?” “It’s as different from Omaha as you can get. I can’t wait to get back. It’s going to be a long summer.” “Don’t you miss anything about Omaha?” I placed the apron around her after she sat down. “Oh, Lucy and Theresa, maybe…and you.” Earth, Wind and Fire sang “Let’s Groove” from the windowsill. Graduating from Marian High School, Marty had received what Lucy called humongous bucks in scholarship money to attend George Washington University. She couldn’t have been more excited to get the hell out of Dodge and blow the Nebraska dust off her boots as she rode out of town. This was always a sore spot for Lucy, who rolled her eyes as she talked about Marty’s attitude toward her hometown.
