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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 303 of 307 "Everything is okay." I said. "Nephi?" "Yeah. It's me." "Say, The Jazz suck." She asked. The Jazz are Salt Lake City, Utah's only major sports franshise. A basketball team that most Utahans schedule their lives around. "The Jazz suck." "Say, The Jazz suck balls." "The Jazz suck balls." I said it. "Why? You could ask me to recite Whitman or Ferlinghetti. You could ask me for plot summaries from Star Trek. Why are you asking me to say the Jazz suck balls?" "If Dale were standing behind you he would tear the phone out of your hand and scream at me." "No, I swear Sarah. He's not behind me." "I'm sorry I left, Nephi. I had to. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." Aphrodite, forgive me this lie. "Where are you?" "We went down to Monterey. Are you still in The City?" "Mmm Hmmm." It was a city after all. I am a despicable liar? Guilt. Ahh. Food of Utahans. "You know, I called you. Your phone is not in service." "Trust me, I know. -I got a new one." "What happened? I'm still really jumpy." |