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way you had it before.” A blush crept into Anna’s cheeks. “Thanks, Mr. Knight. Don’t worry. I’ll change it back if I ever play for you again.” Garrison smiled sadly at her. “Any news of the strike ending?” she asked. “I think we may be getting a little closer,” he said. “But I fear I may be getting too old for this sort of nonsense.” “You’re not really thinking of retiring, are you?” Anna said as she rubbed her upper arms. Garrison nodded again. “Maybe. Not sure I’ve got it in me anymore. I’m feeling a bit run down, like this whole town.” Anna pressed her lips together and nodded as well. “I’m thinking of getting out of Detroit. Maybe go to California or something. Somewhere warmer.” “Where are my manners, Miss Easton. I’m sorry. Please take my coat. You must be freezing.” He shrugged out of his trench coat and placed it over her shoulders before she could protest, shrouding the great bird across her back in darkness. “Thanks,” she said. After a moment of awkward silence, Garrison asked, “What is your tattoo? An eagle?” Anna looked a little embarrassed. “A phoenix. I know it’s crazy big. It was a college thing.” “No, that’s neat. A phoenix. Rises from the ashes anew. I


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