Dwight Hobbes

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Fun over, time to go home



Helen hollered out, “Hey!” Keith came out of his thoughts. “Hey, Jackson! Mr. Music Man!”

He called back, “At your service.” She came into the kitchenette. Hips waving all over the place, Keith smiling in unabashed admiration.  

“Know what I notice our repertoire could use?”

“Nope, not ‘til you tell me.”

“Some good old soul music.”

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