“Oh come on, why does nobody remember me? Repairman, you and I know each other. We’ve been friends for years. We were going to have tea with Kitterah and your sister Marie tomorrow.”
“….”
The Repairman squinted. Well, he had dealt with Albie as a baby before. Was this the same kind of thing…?
He cleared his throat.
“Oh, right,” he said, trying to play along. “Sorry, just…new haircut?”
“Repairman, what are–” Marie began, before being lightly elbowed, “–y-you planning to…bring…tomorrow?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe…er…saucers?” he managed, lamely.
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