On the first warm weekend of the year, near the end of May, Steve and Nancy spend their Saturday morning putting together a selection of sandwiches and a fruit salad before they pick Jonathan up from work. They drive to a secluded spot just outside of Hawkins and set up shop: a picnic blanket, flowers from Karen’s garden, sodas in a cooler. The sun peaking out from the tops of the trees, warming their bare arms is just a bonus.
When Nancy gets up to stretch after they eat, Steve wastes no time in picking her up, tossing her over his shoulder and spinning her around, her arms flailing as she laughs in his ear. Finally, when she requests to be put down, Steve obeys and glances over at Jonathan with a glint in his eye.
“Your turn,” he grins.