Page 146 of Vera Stein Is Fine
I gave him a nod, and he slid the ring from my right hand and moved it to my left.
The ring was as plain as it had always been, but this somehow felt different from Vegas or even the night in New Orleans when I wore the ring on my left ring finger. This time I wouldn’t have to take it off at the end of the night.
Eli kissed the ring. The ring that had for so long reminded me of an ending was now our new beginning.
Ext. Palm Springs Aerial Tramway Parking Lot—Evening
The perspective pulls out for a bird’s-eye view of the parking lot and then the city, mountains, and endless desert. Vera and Eli are two people—two specks among many—who have found each other. The moon is a disco ball in the sky.
In cursive script, the title curls out across the view and reads: VERA STEIN ISFINEGREAT.
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