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on the cheap.” “Are you an artist?” “Musician. I play guitar.” “That counts. Where are you from?” “New Orleans.” “Oh.” She might have suspected. In the year since Katrina, Memphis had been swamped with refugee musicians. “Man, I’m sorry.” “Hey, we’re doing all right. The local people were really good. They got us food, clothes, a place to stay.” One of the art community’s finer moments, Marti recalled. But even the home of the blues and the birthplace of rock ’n’ roll could absorb only so much new talent. “Are you finding work?” “Hmm, mostly I got a solo gig on select street corners. But some of the guys I share a place with got on with some of the bands. You should hear the sound. New Orleans blues meets Memphis blues. It’s …” He shook his head. In the mahogany eyes, gold glints danced like distant bonfires. “Something special is happening here. Maybe it’s God’s way of making it up to us.” A phoenix, she thought. “There’s something here you might like.” She led him to a display of carvings and held up one, a heron’s head. “The artist is another New Orleans ex-pat. After


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