volume one IN THE D U D L E Y C L A R K - Ohio Vine Tours

Their voices are deep and rich and clear and and—
Angelic.
How has he managed to live so long without this?
It is such a splendid, world-altering experience—he almost
feels like crying.
But, of course, he can’t.
Debi is watching.
Debi and her violet eyes.
Debi and her antic chest-hamsters.
She presses STOP.
But Roy doesn’t want it to stop.
Please don’t make the music stop.
He doesn’t want to take off the Bose headphones, either.
He wants to keep on listening to the Sons.
Debi is talking again.
Reluctantly, Roy uncovers his ears.
“—in two colors. I think they’re the best ’phones money can
buy, and they’re not that expensive, since they’re on sale.”
Roy is not about to spend money on a new pair of
headphones.
But it is clearly his voice that asks,
“How much?”
Debi spins to Smiling Jack.
“Jack, can I give this dude a deal if he buys a player and some
CDs?”
Jack looks up from his book and burns another smile into their
retinas.
“Sure, Deb—but only this time, OK?”
Debi’s ponytail bounces.
“Cool, Jack.”
Roy is wondering if her name can be shortened any further
when she returns with her sparkling smile and says,
“Well?”
Before Roy knows what he’s saying, he’s saying,
“OK.”
Debi beams. She always saves the best part of her smile for
the Close.
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