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Chapter 6

Both of them. In his house. At the same time.

May I say; sucks to be him….

"Do I get the pleasure of being consulted on who's in my own home?" Ephram asked, frustrated.

"Lemme think….," Sam paused for a second, her pinky at her mouth like Dr. Evil, "That would be no."

Amy stood off to the side, looking at the piano.

"How do you guys know each other?" she asked suddenly, then added, "I know you were friends in New York and everything, but how did you meet?" She shifted her weight from foot to foot.

"Well, Moat and me, we're pianists, right? We met at recitals. We'd seen each other a lot, since, y'know, we're the same age and all. We had a lot of recitals together over the years. We just kinda hooked up. Us'n Avi. She, him, and me were the only people there worth talking to. If you ask me, of course."

Now, this was quite a speech for Sam!

Her heavily made-up eyes looked down at the floor. Apparently she's fascinated by carpet. Hell, to each her own, I guess.

"Avi?"

"Yeah. It's her nickname. Since, Sami here's the only one who calls me Moat, Av calls me Epi. Her cousin, Evi, and her are real close. Called us the I's. Creative, I know."

If Ephram's, AKA Moat, AKA Epi, random burst of information startled anyone, they made no sign.

Ephram sighed. He went and sat at the piano. Sam joined him.

And eventually…….

So did Amy.

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She didn't know what she was doing.

She's as unmusical as they come. Why was she sitting at the piano? It was obviously something *EPI* and *SAMI* shared.

Why did my name have to be so unnickname friendly? There's no point in being Ami. I'm Amy already, thought-- guess who-- Amy.

Ephram placed his fingers on the piano, next to Sam's. He hit a few notes, at random, then picked out Happy Birthday.

Amy laughed.

Ephram, encouraged, jazzed it up a notch.

Sam added her fingers to the mix, playing a descant part at her part of the keys.

Amy sang. What else was there for her to do? I mean, it's not like she can bang a tambourine on her head in time to the song. Though it might knock some sense into her….

Hap-py Birth-day

To----- (Guess who?) You!

Hap-py Birth-day

To---- (Guess who?) You!

Hap-py Birth-day

To----- (Guess who?) You-hoo-hoo-hooo!!!

Happy Birthday!

Toooooooooooooooooo

You-ooooooooooooo!

Sam had joined in with Amy, adding the Guess who?'s and helping with the Hoo's and Ooo's.

It was just her style.

Ephram was finally getting comfortable with these two girlies in his homie.

He was starting to relax.

So he didn't hear when someone opened his kitchen window, once more.

He didn't hear as someone silently slid into his "homie."

He didn't hear the footsteps, or the clink of the silencer that someone fastened to a gun…..

He didn't hear.