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Freddy and his wife walked into the overheated lobby of a tall, Manhattan building. Glancing at his watch, Freddy looked at his wife,

"Remind me why we are here?" he snarls.

"Because of remarks like that, Frederick," she replied casually.

That answer seemed to shut him up enough so they wandered to the last set of elevators and went up to the 36th floor.

Once out of the elevator they walked down a long hallway to office 3607. Opening the door, Freddy groaned, and went to the sign in desk.

"Mr. And Mrs. Frederick Jones, checking in," he said to the bored looking lady, "unfortunately," he added.

"Dr. Lawrence will see you know."

Taking a deep breathe they entered the office.

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"Nice to see you two again."

"Yes, well, we are glad we are here, Freddy?"

"Mhmm."

"I see, well, Mr. Jones, tell me about your school experience."

"I went to school."

"Right, I see, well, Mrs. Jones, would you care to elaborate?"

"Oh. Um… well, when Dewey came, you remember?"

"Of course," he remarked, looking over his notes from last week.

"Well, he set me up on an instrument, than, once we got started, we figured out that we didn't need it. So, I was cut out and sent to do another task, that sorta started my social downfall. You know?"

"Tell me more."

"Gosh. I never felt I was really 'in the band', I always felt like I was on the outside looking in, I mean, those years were the greatest, but also the most unfulfilling."

"So, you never got to play in the band, really?"

"No. Never."

"Oh."

"Hey- wait a minute!"

"Yes, Frederick?"

"This is a very one sided conversation."

"Yeah? How so?"

"Well, you're only taking her side of the story."

"I asked for your…"

"Well, now I'm ready to give it."

"You haven't changed at all, Freddy."

"Well, I was the bad boy of Horace Green! My glory days, I guess. I got to harass everyone, not do my homework, not tuck in my shirt, that type of thing."

"Right."

"And- it wasn't until Dewey came that I got on the right track, although he put me to shame, slacker wise that is, he sort of hinted to me that I was on the wrong track and needed to find the right one. Through elementary school, the band took me over. I was at its mercy. I think it was in 8th grade, that I was over at my best friend, Zack's house, it was late, we were listening to cd's. Gosh, I even remember the cd, The Cranberries, when I was just rummaging through his stuff; he was in the bathroom, that I found a magazine. I mean not the type of magazine that I was used to. This was a gay porn magazine. I mean, I just yelled at him, called him queer, a freak, cussed him out and ran out of the house. God…"

"Do you need a tissue?"

"No. N- No- No thanks, I'm fine. I mean, that was the end of our friendship. He quit that band, Dewey moved to Peru, I mean died, and that was that. I went to high school, he went to high school, but I never saw him and I replaced him with a guy named Craig."

"Freddy- it's ok. You can't change the past."

"I mean, but if I could, than everything might've turned out differently!"

"Fred- honey, it's ok."

"You. You haven't called me honey, in like, a year."

They laugh.

"How long ago did you last talk or see Zack?"

"God, Doctor, lemme think. Right- seven years ago. I was living in the city; this was before I married Her. I was in the financial district, getting lunch, before I headed back to the office and I was waiting in line behind this guy, my age about, shaggy brown hair, dressed like a queer. Tight, faded jeans and shirt, that type of thing, book bag. You know. He turned around to ask for a quarter. He looked at me, stopped, and quickly turned back around. I tapped him on the shoulder and said 'Hey Zack' he turned around, smiled and quickly turned back. I think he was afraid of another outburst. Anyway, he bought his pretzel and quickly hurried off… Man, I had half forgotten."

"Wow. Hon, you never told me about that,"

"I guess I forgot."

"So, Frederick, please, tell me more about high school."

"High school- gosh. One long drunk party! Craig and I made our rounds every night. I think I lost my virginity, sophomore year. I did coke, ecstasy, anything I could get my hands on. I was crazy. It wasn't until, one day, in my junior that they came and had a talk about college and they brought in this man that worked for a program and he told us about his life in high school, it sounded just like mine, than he said that he didn't get into any college, couldn't get a job, went looking for drugs everyday, got tranq-ed and thrown into rehab. It was wild, I stopped talking to Craig and got on the right track, I mean, my parents would've killed me. That man did his job; he put the fear of god in me. I went to Cornell- got a business degree in hotel management, moved to Cape Cod Massachusetts and opened a B and B in the town of Wellfleet, and it was there that I met Her."

"Well 'her', tell me about college and meeting Frederick."

"College changed me, it helped me figure out that I could have a lot of real good friends, by just being myself. I mean, for four years I had been taught that to have friends you had to be like everyone else, and in college I had tons of friends who liked me for who I was, not who I pretended to be. I know it sounds crazy but it's true. I went to University of San Francisco and got a got a masters in fashion design. In college I had a great boyfriend, we were together for all five years, than he asked me to marry him. It scared me, because I thought 'wait! This can't be right, there must be more!' so I told him no, and immediately said goodbye to all me friends and all the good times and to my boyfriend and went off to my childhood friend, Katie's, house in Cape Cod. She had inherited a ton of money from her dead grandmother and wouldn't have to work, ever. I went to visit her for a while in Wellfleet, to start to make a name for myself and get the money I needed. It was there that I re-met Freddy."

"Tell me how, Frederick?"

"It was in the winter, only one restaurant was open, The Lighthouse. I was living there, running my B and B and I was sitting at a table for one and eating my pancakes one morning when she walks in, looking very familiar. I rack my mind, is it a girlfriend from college? It must be, I think, so I go up to her and say, 'Nice to see you Pamela.' She looks at me and says 'Summer. Not Pamela, Freddy'.

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