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song! It sounded like two rhinos mating. I can't take it again. I'd die. I'll have to call it off, but he's looking forward to it. And I'm looking forward to him.
    She swivels her body around to look at me. "Tiffany, I don't like the sound of this guy. You know nothing about him. If he liked you, he wouldn't ask you to go to this Karaoke bar."
    I shake my head. "It's not his fault. He doesn't know."
    "Doesn't he?"
    I shiver. It is true that my humiliation was public, and maybe he does know. I think back to those two songs. Two songs, that's all I managed to sing. Forget the false modesty, I know I was good, for a little while. The songs were good, too. I wrote them. It's an odd coincidence we've arrived in Strawberry Fields. John Lennon wrote songs for peace, and I write what I see as musical poems. It sounds like I'm writing folk music, but it's much gutsier. If people are to take notice of the bad things happening in the world, they need to hear it in music that's familiar to them. Pump up the volume, put in a hard, driving rhythm and a funky backbeat, and tell them about the famine stricken lands. If they won't take notice, at least I tried.
    "I don't think so."
    Sitting here, surrounded by the memories of John Lennon and songs like 'Give peace a chance' and 'Imagine,' I've had an idea for another song. I’ll make a note during my lunch break. Okay, a song no one will listen to, by a singer who'll never sing it, but I can't help that. I'm excited, and I want to tell Sarah. Only she'll want me to sing a few bars. I can't even hum the tune, the terror is that bad. I sing inside my head, and I like what I hear.
    "Where are you? I can see your eyes, and they're a million miles away."
    I plaster a smile on my face. "Sorry. I was thinking."
    "Hmm," She says that a lot, "You're different since you met that boy."
    It's hard to hold the smile in place. I need him. When I stroll along the sidewalk, I think I see his face, but it's a stranger. When I'm in a crowded elevator, I'm searching for a glimpse of his face, a hint of the odor of his body.
    She puts her big arm around me, and the smell of goat is stronger. "He's not good for you."
    I turn my head to protest. "But he is, Sarah. I see him in my dreams. I think about him all the time."
    "Hmm. You used to be relaxed and happy. You've changed."
    I know she's right, and I know the reason. I'm in love, in love with a beautiful man and his beautiful body. I love everything about him, and there's one thing I love more than any other. Our lovemaking is like nothing on earth. He touches me, and I'm transported to another world. He enters me, and I'd sell my soul for it not to end.
    "Animals are the best companions, dogs more than any other. It's a huge responsibility. Caring for a dog would take your mind off him and put your feet back on the ground. You should walk Buddy more often."
    I look around. "Where's Buddy?"
    He's gone. Sarah lets out a squeal like a railroad whistle, and we run around Strawberry Fields, searching for Buddy. It takes us ten minutes to discover him sitting next to a park bench. A man in an expensive business suit is feeding him scraps of bagel. She runs up to him, scoops up the pooch, and gives him a fierce scowl.
    "What're you doing with my dog, Mister?"
    He looks worried by the Mongolian tribeswoman standing over him. Maybe it's just the odor of goat. "I was just feeding him scraps. He came to me. I didn't do anything wrong."
    She flounces away, turns back, and snarls, "Kidnapper!"
    I smile. Maybe Buddy needs a bodyguard like Jamie. I check the time. I'll be late. I say goodbye to Sarah, who gives me that deep, meaningful look. Kind of, 'They're all out to get you.' Buddy gives me a deep, meaningful look, too. Perhaps I will get a dog.
    I say goodbye and hurry to the gym. I have something to discuss with Emily.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    It's a busy day, so there's little chance to look for Emily. She sashays past my booth in the afternoon. She looks prettier than