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Imaginary Lunch Date
I grab extra napkins and head to our picnic table. S.A. Cosby places two BBQ baskets on opposite sides of the table and swings a leg over the bench seat across from me. He frowns at my mustard-based sauce, a hold-over from my midlands South Carolina childhood. He lets me call him Shawn because we’ve now broken bread, mouths full, minds reeling over short stories in the latest Ellery Queen magazine. We talk Elmore Leonard. We talk family history, names tied to places tied to secrets. We talk storytelling and I forget to eat my cornbread.
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