“That was an amazing exhibit.”
“Found it!” she said as she pulled the record Double Fantasy out of his collection and brought it to the turntable.
“Good job. Remember the wish trees?”
“I loved them. What was your wish again?”
He looked away from her.
“It’s fine, you don’t have to admit it. But I know it was me.”
“Yeah yeah,” he tried to dismiss that part of the conversation.
“We actually were IN the bed of the famous sleep in.”
“I know, it was impressive. I think my favorite was how interactive the exhibit was. How they invited everyone to take part, like how we could hammer a nail to the wall.”
“And all those stamps that said imagine peace in multiple languages?”
“You just had to find the French one, then we stamped your hand with it and took photographs of your hand all over Montreal.”
She sat on the couch next to him and snuggled up. “They were airing all of her home movies of the two of them.”
“The whole wall of War is Over signs was pretty neat too.”
“Agreed. I wish we could go back and do it again.”
The record continued to play in the background and she looked at him.
“This is a perfect way to spend his birthday, listening to his records with someone I love.”
“Agreed,” he said as he put his arm around her.