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“No, the Fairgrounds runs from Thanksgiving to March. Jazz Fest is in May.” He winced. “You weren’t supposed to know that.” “An owner there used to send us his horses after the season ended.” “Then … I guess we’ll have to think of something else.” Dexter’s bearish voice called from the doorway. “Some of us gonna catch a few sets at the Rum Boogie. Y’all wanna come?” Prosper looked at Marti, questioning. “You go. I have work to finish up. At home.” He called back. “Dexter. Can you give me a lift home afterward? It’s not far.” He turned to Marti. “Save that painting for me. Till I can give it a good home. And when you look me up at the Jazz Fest, on the bill? Look for Blind Squirrel Pete.” ❊❊❊ The wiper blades kept a slow, steady beat, fending off a November drizzle as Marti drove home. She merged with the northbound traffic on Interstate 55 over the Memphis-Arkansas Memorial Bridge, and with cars on I-40 West just before the greyhound track. Giant green signs overhead alerted drivers that


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