SQUEEZE THE SUN: STORM DAYS BREWThe clattering explosions of pins across the parquet floor. The soothing slosh and gurgle of the fountain pop machines and deep hum of the refrigerated ice cream display counter. The distant electrical jabber and blipping from the arcade games standing like sentinels overlooking the memories of bygone days etched inside of every nick and scratch and name engraved into the food court tables, the walls, hanging in the musty air and clinging like ghosts in the corners of the bowling alley everywhere.
She was comforted by the old sounds and smells and the intimate touch of the orange overhead lights settling over her, as she was always. Passing by the cafeteria she waved and mouthed a hello to Delores busy even at this early hour Windexing the glass countertop
