Susan said when she opened her door. “Where’s the little tyke?” “He’s with Henry Cimoli,” I said. “I need to talk.” “Oh, really. I thought perhaps you’d been celibate too long and stopped by to get your ashes hauled.” I shook my head. “Knock off the bullshit, Suze. I got to talk.” “Well, that’s what’s important, isn’t it,” she said. and stepped away from the door. “Coffee?” she said. “A drink? A quick feel? I know how busy you are. I don’t want to keep you.” “Coffee,” I said, and sat at her kitchen table by the bay window and looked out at her yard. Susan put the water on. It was Saturday. She was wearing faded jeans and a plaid shirt and no socks and Top-Siders. “I have some cinnamon doughnuts,” she said. “Do you want some?” “Yes.” She put a blue-figured plate out and took four cinnamon doughnuts out of the box and put them on the plate. Then she put instant coffee into two blue-figured mugs and added boiling water. She put one cup in front of me and sat down across the table from me and sipped from the other cup.
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