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June 7, 2005

Michele: Bottom of the 9th

"In case you're wondering, I don't spend the entire workday inside my tailor shop. In fact, just yesterday I went to Brooklyn to visit Pat.”

“Dad, Pat’s been dead for....”
“Shhhh..” Craig’s sister whispered. “You promised you’d go along this time.”
“It’s sad.”
“It’s all he’s got.”
“He’s living in his head.”
“And in his head, he still runs the shop, isn’t in a nursing home, and the Yankees win every night.”

“Son, why don’t we close up shop and go to Coney Island?”

He glanced at Alice, who nodded.

“Sure, pops.” He tried to smile. “Sounds like a plan.”

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