“Two things I do best.”
“I seem to recall something else you do pretty well. Or used to, anyway.”
I told her about Bonnie coming by, what she had said. LaVerne was the only one I ever told any of that.
“I’ve missed you, Lew,” she said.
“I know.”
“You want your drink?”
“Maybe later.”
As outside, the storm (have I mentioned the storm?) began to quieten.
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