This is the story of when she went wandering, looking for the ghost of Andre Gregory, and found traces of him in Nashville in the form of a rabbit’s foot . Or perhaps it was the rabbit’s hair, or even the hare that lost the foot that started it all. She was asking questions, waking up and asking questions, and wondering how this connects to that, and where things might get crossed, and how this one speaks to that one, even though that one can’t always hear.
The hare hears, however, and this seemed important to her, enough to keep going forward. Somewhere between the cafe and the hotel she lost her plane ticket back home. This is a problem, and perhaps not a simple one, but with a simple solution, and all that she had to do was to find a place to print, and a place to make a few phone calls.
Somewhere outside of the cafe, she heard a voice calling behind her, and when she turned around, there were twins who were staring straight at her, but not looking at her. They were cross-eyed, both, and standing one to a side, as it should be, and hoping she wouldn’t notice their good eyes were focused somewhere behind her, where there were more things to do than she’d imagined when she woke up that morning.
She is back in the cafe, and she is speaking at a table now well covered in cups and memories and contradictions. It’s a long dinner in Nashville, and she is happy that she came. There are always guests here, and the new friends she makes are brilliant and charming, and she sometimes misses the old ones, but here, she is taller and shorter by turns, and that’s something hard to come by. She wonders, however, about the cat , and why it still insists on invisibility, even though it has to become the moon every now and then, bringing the city a light at night.
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