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Show Blue Run/54 "Good evening." the lady up by the fireplace says "Do you know who I am?" Renee snorts. This is all it takes-crazies approach us all the time, if there's an insane person in the house, they'll float our way, me and Renee, we're magnets for the mentally-ill. Now, we avoid each other's eyes. That's the key, don't look at Renee when laughing sickness is about to start "You-hoo," the lady sings. She strums a G-chord at us. "I asked you, do you know who I am? Do you know what I'm famous for?" The famous part gets to Renee. She looks me in the eyes, only for a second. She's trying to chew iceberg lettuce with her mouth shut, tears just starting at the corner of either eye. Her face flushes-this is not about me. The famous lady stmms the G and hums. She says, "You don't have to talk to me unless you want to." Renee swallows, takes a sip of jug wine that immediately comes out her nose. She's history We both are. ^ "Doo-doo-doo," the lady goes "I wrote that song, the Kodak film song You know, The times of your lives It's bigger than the Beatles " Like I said, just us three in the room The light's good outside, it's happy hour and this woman who wrote the Kodak film song is entertaining us at Gepetto's. We don't have to talk unless we want. Renee is giving it all she's got, fighting tears, her breaths coming out in little gusts. Then it happens. Iceberg lettuce spills with the first note, a high laugh rising up and infecting me. Once it starts, there's no point in holding back. This is the time of your life, these three minutes with the Kodak film lady By the time our mealy fettuccine arrives, we're wasted |