Dennis was wearing faded blue jeans
and a red velvet jacket.

He came over to me, holding a beer.
"Ah, the girl with the chip. Tonight we match."
He put his red velvet sleeve next to the
red wool sleeve of my Christmas season dress.
"The sooner I get back to Albuquerque the better,"
he said. "Uhh - that chip? I never saw it."
He took a big swig of the beer,
and walked away.





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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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