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Show Blue Run/53 7 Joey Sometimes Renee suffers from laughing sickness. We'll be in a restaurant, anywhere you're supposed to be quiet, and something will happen. Maybe we've just ordered fettuccine down at Gepetto's, a place with lackluster food and music for happy hour in the big front room that overlooks 13th East and the foothills out over the Wasatch Range. So we've ordered and the salads are about to come, and we know the lettuce will be iceberg so we're not enthused We cheers and sip five-dollar glasses of jug wine. And something's about to happen, both of us know that, we learned long ago to read one another's minds. I feel her waiting and she me, it happens all the time. Anyway, Gepetto's has live music. A woman sits up by the fireplace mantel on a stool with a guitar in her lap. She's looking straight at us, moving her lips, smiling Renee's got her back to this woman, so I nod hello-yes. I see you. Renee looks over her shoulder-the three of us connect We're the only people in Gepetto's, the food's not good and no one else is here. Our iceberg salads arrive, blue cheese over the croutons. This lady up by the wall is smiling, moving her lips. I nod again, Renee turns again, we all three see each other again This is when it starts. |