Dennis, with Alice in tow, lugged his guitar through the door that led from the kitchen in the back to the main room of the Top Club. “You cain’t drink any booze, but I’ll see if I can slip you some Champagne at Midnight,” he said, as he laid his guitar on the stage up front.

   A thin brunette in a short black waitress outfit brushed by them with a tray full of candles. “Whatchu know, Daddio?” she said.

   “Hey, Louetta, hold up. Come meet Alice,” Dennis said, waving her back.    “She’s my special guest of the evening. Alice, this is Louetta. Louetta, meet Alice.”

   “How do you do,” Alice said, offering her hand.

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