over the receiver for a minute to catch my breath. “Are you okay?” My voice cracked a bit.

“Yeah. Just a bit jumpy. Where are you guys?”

“I have no idea. Listen Uncle Louie's not doing well.” He stood against the wall staring straight ahead.

“Take him to the place he went when he got that split lip and black eye.”

“Which one, where?”

“Louie will know. It’s good to hear your voice, know that you are safe.”

“Yeah, it’s good to hear your voice too.”

“You think that you can find it?”

“Yeah I got it.”

“George?”

“Yeah.”

“I really hate Thanksgiving.”

Uncle Louie had moved to the kitchen and was ma...

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