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couch. I think she’s on the way to California, or maybe that was someone else.”
    â€œUh-huh,” Eric said.
    â€œSo, whatcha doing here, my man?” Camel asked. He gestured as if they should all sit but there were no empty chairs.
    â€œI thought someone had contacted you. We are looking for a writer to punch up our script. To, you know, add some Memphis Mojo.”
    â€œA writer, eh?” Camel seemed to go into a fugue of thoughtfulness. He was genuinely pondering the question.
    â€œI don’t know,” he said after a time. “I used to write.”
    â€œYes,” Eric said. “We’re here to ask if you would be that writer.”
    â€œOh, oh, I see.”
    Sandy found a beanbag that might be a chair and dropped onto it.
    â€œYou remember Sandy, right?” Eric said. “She’s my—my scriptwriter. She’s—well, we’re here to make a movie.”
    â€œYes, yes, I’m getting it now,” Camel said.
    â€œWhat do you think?”
    â€œI, that is, I don’t know. Can I throw the I Ching and get back to you?”
    â€œCamel, sure, whatever. We know you can do this.”
    â€œA movie. I haven’t seen a movie since—since Porky’s . That’s a hilarious film. Have you seen Porky’s , Sandy?”
    Sandy didn’t even look up. She was doing something with her BlackBerry.
    â€œ Porky’s . Yeah. But, Camel, you don’t have to technically know movies. We’re looking for local color. Someone to add poetry to Sandy’s strong storyline.”
    â€œHm-mm. Poetry, mm. What is the story?”
    Eric looked for someplace to sit. Finally he sat yoga-style onthe carpet. Under his ass was the Monkees’ Headquarters LP. It crackled.
    He laid out the bare bones of the story for Camel, who paced during the telling.
    â€œHuh,” he said when Eric was through.
    â€œWhat, I ask again, do you think?”
    â€œFirst, I’ll need some reds.”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    â€œI don’t know, Craig. I guess I can give you some help.”
    â€œGreat, great,” Eric said. He looked to Sandy for encouragement. She was text-messaging someone. Eric only briefly considered that it might be her lover from their first night in Memphis.
    â€œHey, you guys want something to drink?” Camel said now, a smile creasing his soft leather face.
    â€œWhatcha got?” Eric said.
    â€œOh. Nothing. There’s nothing to drink here, Craig. I thought maybe you’d buy me a libation.”
    Sandy finally spoke: “Yes, let’s do that,” she said. “Let’s please start drinking.”

17.
    â€œThat’s a little too much gun for household use, but lemme—”
    â€œI like it. I like the heft of it. I like the rubber grip,” Dan Yumont said.
    â€œYes, it’s a beauty, the Raging Bull they call it. Too much gun, really. But, look, look at this honey. This little puppy will do the do. Feel it in your hand.”
    â€œHm, yeah, I like it. I do like the way my hand hides it.”
    â€œThat’s our bestselling piece. That’s all you need. The other, the Bull, will stop anything short of a rhinoceros.”
    â€œI have some friends who are short of a rhinoceros so this’ll be good.”
    â€œHeh, yeah, look, Jack, let’s put the other, let’s put that cannon back.”
    â€œI like them both. But I want the cannon.”
    â€œOh. Well, sure. I mean, I’m here to sell guns.”
    â€œHow much? How much for the Raging Bull and a box of shells?”
    â€œWell, lemme tell you, that’s gonna set you back. Now—”
    â€œI’ll give you 1,500 for everything, as long as there are no strings.”
    â€œWell—heh—the strings, we can maybe let that slide a bit, but—”
    â€œSeventeen-fifty.”
    â€œYeah, yep. That’s a deal.”
    â€œGood. Load ’er and I’m on my way.”
    â€œLoad