She was singing her favorite song 
but wouldn't tell me what it was. She  
explained that I’d probably hit myself 
in the head with a hammer, when I found
out.                                   
     “Repeatedly. It's that obvious,”  
she always told me, and like always, I 
tried to ignore it, but it was still   
frustrating.                           
     If it was so obvious, why didn't I
know it? It did sound a little famil-  
iar, and the name was always just on   
the very tip of my tongue, but I could 
never shake it lose.                   
     One time, when I was trying to re-
member where the hammer was, I suddenly
realized that Beth probably didn't know
what it was either. That actually made 
more sense than the reason she gave me.
     That made me chuckle at the time, 
* but I never brought it up again. I just  
listened as she sang her little heart  
out and waited on the other side of the
doorway.                               
     While I just stood there listen-  
ing, I once again wondered just what   
the hell was the name of that damn     
song? The problem was compounded by the
fact that, by now, I didn’t know if I  
was remembering an actual song, or just
Beth singing it.                       
     She’s right. If I had a hammer    
right now, I’d probably hit myself with
it, but then remembered what day it    
was.                                   
     The fourth Sunday of the month.   
     That’s when I hooked-up with my   
secret friends for our monthly secret  
meetings. I call them secret now, but  
they didn’t become secret until I met  
Beth and decided not to tell her.      



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