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Smiling, fully conscious of his long-windedness, like after finishing a saxophone solo, what they call “writing a letter,” Joe returned to the reality of the car, released the steering wheel with his right hand and caressed her arm. “No, honey-girl. I am fine… Do not need to stop yet.” “No, East. Oh… but the great bandleader in heaven knows what he is doing, and that is love. That is all it comes down to. And inside that poor brother knows better than his rich one what makes the difference.” “And you mean to tell me you came to all this understanding on the road, Joe?” “No. In my father’s store. My father had his own General Store. Had a big old-fashion radio in it. People — not only blacks — came and purchased what they needed there: goods and supplies and things. There was no other black storeowner in the county. This was back when people knew the difference between what they desired and what they needed. They would all come around the radio. I can still see them gathered up close, when it was news about fdr and the war or Joe Louis. All the rest of the time, there was the music blaring out of it. Singing about Jesus, about storms, plagues, freedom, or killing, losing, and finding a new lover,” Joe related with melancholy pride. “I was just a little guy, always in somebody’s way, wanting to get up close to that radio. My whole imagination was sewn to that radio. I always wondered how little were those cats they called Little… like Little Walter and Little Milton? Just how big was Big Joe Turner and Mr. Five-by-Five, Jimmy Rushing? They were all singing Q Օ̰)ɕЁ展́Ёѡͅѽɥ̸) Ёɵȁեхȁձ)ѼݡЁͅ)MݡIЁ啐ݕЁѡ݅)$ѽݡѕٕȁ$݅)Ё͔Ѽѡȸ)ѡݡAɕͽѡ݅)啐䰁$ѕ$)䁵ՍѕѥѼх)Mݥȁѡ-Mݥȁ䁽)ѡЁ̸ͥ$Ёٕѡ)ЁɅ͔ѡѼ)չխ չа ])5Iэ)!ͽ-ɬA)ɽ䁹ٕȁɐЁ$ɕ)܁ЁѡMɥՅ́ Օ))谁ѡѥ䁱݅)ѕѼи$݅́ɕ䁥ٔ)ݥѠͥѡ%Ё͍ٕɕ)аЁѡѡȁ݅䁅ɽչt)!䰁)ɽq!܁)ݡɔ$ɕ܁ѡ)и1ݡѡ͔́х)չ5́՝չ=а)ݡɕѼѼͽչ)役͔Q́Ёͽչ)5̸Q䁑Ёѡ Օ)9܁eɬ ѡ݅ѡ䁑) Mи1ե́Ёͽչ)ѡ9܁=ɱ̸$)ɕ锁ѡ́хչѥՍѕȸ)%ѡ͔́ѽ䁭܁ѡ)ɽ́ݡЁѡѡ́ܳt)ݡ͵)ͽѡ役ѡݥ͡)ѕȁՉ͍ͱ䁙ݕ)́Ѽݡɔ͡ձЁѕȁ)ѕɑ̰́ѥՕ́ѽ+q ́ѡȁͽ́ݕɔ)ɔѡЁ́ѡɅѼ) ɔ$䁥ݡЁѡ)$խ)ɕ չЁɽ兰ѡ)䁙ѡˊéѽɔѼ)ѡȁͥѕȁݽձ͔)ѡ䁡ѡȁɥ䰁)ѡ䁑ѡЁչمɅ)ݽݥ́݅́ѡɥѼ)䁱ѱɽݸ̸ Ёѡͽչ)ѡͅѽЁ)%ͥ$չЁɕͥѥ)$ձЁȁ՝ͅ)䵝ɰ$Ё܁ȁɔ)ܰЁ$݅́݅ɔɔ)Mչչ͡ѡЁͽѡ)ѽՍ͔ͥ)ḛ$܁Ё݅́ѕȁѡЁѽ)ѡɔɔ$܁ݡЁѕ)̸݅ !ݭ̰1ѕȁeչ)ݕɔ́Ѽ1ѕȁ!) ɹ䰁 ]ѕȸQѕȰѡ)ٕ́役͔)յаͽչɕЁѕ) ɱAɭȳtѡ́ѥѡ)՝ɽх́ɽ)ٕɥեЁ՝ɽͽ)ݕѡͭ+qа$݅ѕѼݡЁ$ɐ)ɽ́ѡɅЁ$)ЁٔՔ$Ё܁ݡɔ)ȁ܁ѼЁхѕͼ$)ٕɕЁЁչѥt)́齽Ѽ́͡)ѡѕȁձ͕ȁ)ѡ݅)፥ѕq)ͼԁЁͬ)ѡȁȁɸtq9ѡӊéɥи$݅́她)ѕѼԁхЁȁѡȻt+qͬ$Օ́ԁɕ܁ݽɱ)ݡɔԁͭȁѡ̸]ͅ)ѡݔЁɕ䁡ٔ)䰁ݔٕȁɐ)今tM܁ѼѡЁ)ݡɔ݅́ݕqeԁɔԁٔЁɐ՝)]̰Ёͽɕ)!䁽ѡɅ Ёи)$ չ䰁ݡЁ́ѡɕѡ)ѡ͔́ɔ)եЁѡȁͽt)MѥѕȁЁݡ)͡٥ͥѕ͡ɅɕݕЁ)Ѽ聡ȁɅѡˊé͔1)ɹɔѡͭՉ݅䁅ѡ)ݥӊéаչѥ͡ͅ܁ȁ5)ͥѥͥȁЁѡɥЁ)ѕȁɐq5!1ѱ1t)ȁ́͡Ʌѥȁ̸͍)ɅՅ䰁ѡͭ䁉Ѽ͡ݥѠ)ոQɽ́ѡ)ѽȁݕɔȁɅѡˊe)Ʌͥѥ̸QЁͱٕȁ)Ր݅́ѡͅȁ́ѡݡє)ȁɅѡˊé̸qQѡ$ѕɕѕɥ)܁́ѡեԸeԁ)ݥѠ܁)ѡɕ啅t)QɹЁ)͡ͅ胊q5)ݽձٔԸeԁܰ)Ʌѡȁ啐ѥձ)]ٕɽє܁ݡЁ͡)ѥ́ѽѡȸ)]͕)ѡɗéͽѡЁѡɅtq$ݥٕȁɝЁ5䁙ѡȁ݅)ɕЁȁ́ѥ̸eԁݽձٔ)Ѽչх܁Ё̸݅]ЁЁ݅)ݽɱݡɔ)ѼЁ́ͥ̃ṔP)́ՕЁѡ՝́ͥ$)ݽȁѽɕ锁ݡ)ɥ́ѡٽ)ɽ́ѼɅѥ́)t)ѕˊéɅѡˊé́՜)Ѽѡͥݡ))ѡեͭ䁙ȁɑ̰ɔ)ɕЁݡ)ȁɅѡȁչٕɸ)ͅɕѼаѼѠ+qM䰁а$Ёѡ՝Ёѡ)ѽɔѥ%ԁ݅ЁѼ)ѼͽѡݽѠѕѼ)t+q́ٔȁɔt+q]ӊéѡЁ͔Ѽ])ӊéѡЁѥ׊eٔ)ݕٕȁՍѥ쁵́ӊé)$݅́ԁݽձeЁ͕)ѡȁ݅́ͼܰ)́]eЁѽܰ)eȁt+q$ՉЁѡӊ$ɕ䁑t)ѕȁѼѡ͔)ݥ ȁM)ѡЁݕɔѡȁѕȁȁͅ)ͽѡ͔ͽݡɔݕ)ѡ݅䁅ݡɔЁЁ)ѥ1ݕɥȁ)݅䁥́Չ́)ݥѠȁЁͅ胊qeԁ)ѥɕ]ѽͽݡɔt)!䰃q5͔́$)͡ձѡͱٕ䁙ȁ٥)́1ɥt+q]ٔѡݽɱѡЁѥհ)ѡ剽䁅ݡɔٕȁɐ)ɽѡͥЁɔͼՍɅ)ѼȁаٕɅи=)̸!́Ёɥ)͕́є͕ٕ)Ё՝ѼɔѡՕѥ)䰁ȁ̸ͥQɔ)ݕȁ̰ЁЁѡ)̰݅ѡɔ́ѡ)ͥͼՍչѥ́́ݸ)ɕѼɔݔɔͼ)ͱ她 ͕ٕ́ЁѼѥ