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Brooklyn, New York City
Sue got home early that afternoon. She expected the
apartment to be empty but Sweet was there, busy in the
kitchen, checking something in the oven. She recognized
an Allman Brothers track in the background.
"Post or Reid?" she asked. It was a joke
that Sweet had taught her, from the old days when Sweet
toured with a band. Things had been chilly between them
recently, and Sue constantly found herself seeking ways
to break the ice.
"Reid. You really need to commit this stuff to
memory. S'important."
The way Sweet blurred those last two words together
struck Sue as familiar, but she could not quite think
why. "What are you cooking?"
"Apple pie. I wanted something plain and simple
and wholesome. It'll be ready in five minutes. You hungry?"
"Mmmm. Yes."
Sweet pulled off an oven mitt but then she paused to
study her friend. "You OK? You look tired."
"Yeah. I am."
"Anything I can do?"
"Yeah. Something strange happened to me yesterday."
Sue pulled up one of the kitchen stools and climbed
onto it. She fell silent for a long time, and when she
spoke it came so suddenly that it took Sweet by surprise.
"Do you remember James' friend, Hamlet?"
"Yes"
"Well, there's something really strange about
him."
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