Zella called me on a Friday night a long, long time ago, but I didn’t have time to talk. Judy and I were headed to Hemingway’s bar over on North Druid Hills Road to hear this band everyone was raving about.Zella probably understood that I was a young man in a hurry, so our conversation was brief.She probably asked me about work and if I still planned to go back to school after...
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