“Sometimes, I wonder if you really
do have a photographic memory.”        
     “I’m not like that guy on TV, you 
know. If I recognize someone, I have to
generally know when we met, before I’ll
know who they are.”                    
     “Ok, but what’s your excuse for   
not remembering the garbage last       
night?”                                
     “I plead the fifth.”              
     Before she could answer, the phone
rang. It was Barry.                    
     I didn’t even want to know what it
was about.                             
     “Just go. You know my motto.”     
     “Shoot you first, and then ask    
questions later?” she said, checked her
gun, and then grabbed her little suit- 
case.                                  
     Before heading out the  door, she 
* kissed me and added, “I’m just kiddin’.  
This one’s really, really bad, Crim.   
Really, really bad.”                   
     I didn’t want to know anything    
more. I opened the door, and practical-
ly pushed her outside.                 
     “Call me, even if it’s from jail,”
she said, and then was gone.           
     “Thanks for the encouragement,” I 
yelled after her.                      
     After I moved, Pee Wee and I still
talked, but it was nothing like the old
days. He even disappeared for a while, 
and I heard that he was out west driv- 
ing the big rigs, but after that, I    
lost track.                            
     Then, I heard he was back, mar-   
ried, and working as a mechanic at a   
cab company that they both owned.      



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