She hadn’t thought about Rinse’s since some of Big Eddie’s friends had gone there after the funeral. It was on the stretch of Magazine Street that had gone upscale in the last dozen years. Shops that used to sell used furniture now advertised “antiques.” There were restaurants with patio seating, wine bars, gourmet food stores. But Rinse’s was a remnant of the old Magazine. Its big plate glass window was hung with heavy velvet drapes to help the old Fedders built into the side wall keep the place cool. She wondered if it was the same inside. She thought of Beau, at home asleep.
— From Thanksgiving