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Show Go Love/102 this," she says. Fifteen years ago they'd walked into the Washington D.C. restaurant where I waited tables to tell me Jimmy'd died. In walked Uncle Bold and Aunt Judy, a lively Friday crowd crowing through the tail end of lunch. Bold said, "Where's the men's room, Jimmy?" Inside, Uncle Bold put a hand on my shoulder. "Your brother's dead," he said. Only he got the names bass-akwards, as he ever had since I'd known him. "Jimmy," he said and looked me straight in the eye. "Joey's dead. He died in a car wreck last night." Lara drips beside me. Honeysuckle's in the air. "She's beautiful," Judy says "Where's Renee?" "Buying liquor." "Good," Bold says and shakes out a cigarette. Judy says, "What's your name, honey?" Lara giggles behind my back. The sun feels good. "Tell her your name " She says, "Lara." "Little lovely Lara." Judy looks rough, like somebody whose traveled a long way for a funeral. "Ask the hostess for government rates. She'll know what you're talking about." Judy hugs me again and this time I smell she's been drinking. "Have you spoken to O W.?" Bold puts his hand on her shoulder. "No. I haven't." Lara and I are eating road food when Renee walks in. We've showered, and taken a walk |