𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌 . bob dylan

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MANHATTAN, NEW YORK CITY: OCTOBER, 1965

Bob–sitting on the couch without any new ideas–played an old Guthrie song he used to like. His fingertips were tough and callused, and the back of his hands were rough from the weather getting so cold. Keys jangled and the door creaked open.

"Magda, dear, back so soon?" Bob was grinning at her since she's been out an hour longer than she told him earlier. He'd stopped singing, but he was still strumming his guitar lightly with his thumb.

"I didn't mean to be out so long. I just wanted to walk through the park and I didn't even realize how dark it already was." Maggie pushed the brown paper bag in her arms onto the kitchen counter. She rinsed her hands in the sink, and patted them dry.

Magda unbuttoned the big circle buttons of her pea coat and tossed it across the back of the floral living room seat that they both hated so much.

Bob didn't say anything for a long time. His arms were dangling over his guitar and he titled his head to the side while looking at Maggie. She was wearing a dark reddish-brown lipstick that matched her sweater and he'd never realized how adult she was beginning to look until just then.

Maggie popped up onto her toes to look into the bag. She fished around, and pulled out a new paperback that she'd bought for Bobby.

"The first page reminded me of you," Magda said sillily. Bob looked at the book and it's fresh paper cover, and then up at Maggie through his eyebrows. He was smirking, since he thought it was sweet and not at all silly.

Outside, rain pattered against the window. It was drizzling when Maggie walked into the apartment building, and it was slowly getting heavier and louder. Soon, in the coming months, the rain would turn to thick white snow.

"Come here," Bobby said, carefully placing the book on the dark wood coffee table in front of him.

Maggie stepped close to the couch, her shiny black pumps clicking across the wood floor. She smiled down at Bobby, putting a hand on her hip.

Bob leaned his guitar against the arm of the couch and Magda took the seat next to him, wrapping both her arms around one of his. They turned their bodies towards each other, just a small amount. Bobby then grabbed her hands from her lap, rubbing them.

"It's that cold outside?" Bobby asked, bringing her cold hands to his lips and pressing faint kisses to them. Magda nodded, and they looked right into each other's eyes.

"You'll have to-" Bobby leaned over to kiss her cheekbone, red and taut from the nipping cold air. "-start dressing-" he kissed her nose, just the same as her cheek. "-for the weather." Bobby quickly pecked her lips.

She smiled and nuzzled her head into his shoulder. He was wearing a thick winter sweater too. The temperature had dropped very suddenly, and their apartment building still didn't have the heat turned on.

"It'll be alright, Mag, since they'll turn on the heat soon-" Little snickers from both of them. "-the Bears will play on Thanksgiving soon, and then...it's Christmas."

"I really hope they turn the heat on soon." Mag said from Bob's shoulder. He patted her back jokingly.

"Oh, why? There's some big warm blankets in the other room." Bob was smiling down at her. Maggie tipped her head back up and stood in front of Bob. They looked at each other for two moments and Bob placed his hands at the sides of her shirt, looking up at her. She pulled Bobby off of the couch and they went along to their shared bedroom.

The room was dark, with no lights or candles on and Bobby stealthily laid down a sedative album.

They giggled as Maggie took off her shoes, and underneath the large comforters and the grandmother-made-quilts, Bobby wrapped his arms around Magda and they fell asleep.