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That
Tuesday
night
we
were
sitting
at
my
place
drinking
;
Tammie
,
me
and
her
brother
,
Jay
.
The
phone
rang
.
It
was
Bobby
.
"
Louie
and
his
wife
are
down
here
and
she
’
d
like
to
meet
you
.
"
Louie
was
the
one
who
had
just
vacated
Tammie
’
s
place
.
He
played
in
jazz
groups
at
small
clubs
and
wasn
’
t
having
much
luck
.
But
he
was
an
interesting
sort
.
"
I
’
d
rather
just
forget
it
,
Bobby
.
"
"
Louie
will
be
hurt
if
you
don
’
t
come
down
here
.
"
"
O
.
K
.
,
Bobby
,
but
I
’
m
bringing
a
couple
of
friends
.
"
We
went
down
and
the
introductions
went
around
.
Then
Bobby
brought
out
some
of
his
bargain
beer
.
There
was
stereo
music
going
,
and
it
was
loud
.
"
I
read
your
story
in
Knight
,
"
said
Louie
.
"
It
was
a
strange
one
.
You
’
ve
never
fucked
a
dead
woman
,
have
you
?
"
"
It
just
seemed
like
some
of
them
were
dead
.
"
"
I
know
what
you
mean
.
"
"
I
hate
that
music
,
"
said
Tammie
.
