Went to the Internet café, the stationery store (new pens! I can’t find Expressos at home.), and the sub shop with Phaedra. Decided we were separated at birth. We keep saying the same things at the same times, and agreeing on weird freaky little details. She’s a Styx fan but hasn’t seen them in later years or bought the last two albums. Showed her pictures of Larry, and she finally said, “Tommy who?” Another convert. My work here is done.