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If you've read "Protection," you may remember that, in honor of "Bay Window," I wrote one past!Markle and one future!Markle scene. So, for 1961, you get a May and Ginsburg scene.
"One malted milk, please," she says, placing a quarter on the counter. The man behind the counter turns to look at her.
"Never seen you around here before."
"Never been here," she replies.
"Gotta name?"
"May Clutterbucket," she says. He gives her an odd look.
"Clutterbucket?"
"What's your name, then?"
"Ginsburg," he says as he passes her her drink and a dime with a flourish. "What're you here for, May?"
"Just passing through."
"That a guitar?"
"It is."
"You play?"
"Enough."
"You should get up there tonight." She glances behind her at the stage, smiling sadly.
"I don't think so."
"Go up there."
He calls her name and makes her go up anyway.
Wednesday 6:43 PM
When did you learn to play guitar?
My dad taught me. Guess I remembered a thing or two.
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