"Better than nothing?" She pretended to seriously consider that for a moment, then pulled her boyfriend closer, giving him a squeeze. "When it comes to me? As far as I'm concerned? It's the best."
By the time Lindsey could have reached the top floor, Cathy was already in her own version of Heaven, having already discovered a treasure--vinyl records. In the case of the one in her hands, Elvis.
"I love old things," she muttered, mostly to herself. "Think we have a place in the apartment for a record player?"