![]() But that doesn’t mean she still hasn’t been trying, like always, to land me the “next big gig.” And today we’ve got a show. She has a job now too, at the diner down the road, so we’ve usually got enough leftover hash browns and day-old donuts to keep us fed. I suppose I should be grateful for the four-week break with no shows along the lake. I can still feel the terrible panic, hear the confused voices of the crowd, and see Mom trying to gather our money and run. It’s been a month since our last show and my most recent episode. ![]() Ordinarily I love it here, curled up with a book and headphones in a corner where I can be any age at all in the low light. No one looks for a truant in a place like this. ![]() It smells nutty and warm on this cold September morning. Bagels and Joe can’t be more than the size of your average motel room, but it is wall-to-wall jars of roasted coffee beans. ![]()
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