A gaggle of people drunkenly, awkwardly danced to 80’s cover tunes.
Leslie Derman sipped a weak vodka cran, figured the people must have gotten drunk on their boats.
Silvo broke a string and played through it
Anna Derman smiled at her mom, nodded her appreciation for the improvisation on the strings. She was into music, but not this music.
Silvo, Leslie’s co-worker, had invited them to Knot’s, the marina bar in a neighborhood two tax brackets above Leslie’s.
People on boats docked nearby danced to the music, Leslie wondered if Silvo could see them, wondered if it made him happy, a blue collar guy entertaining people who obviously had a little privilege.
A guy on the front of a boat made eye contact with Leslie.
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