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“I think Joe is ignoring me.” says Lacey to Lem.

“Oh?” asks Lem.

“Yeah. I think he’s waiting for me to make billions before he’ll talk to me again. Not that we would even be together. But…he doesn’t want to make more mistakes.” says Lacey.

“That’s sad.” says Lem.

“What’s the truth?” asks Lacey.

“You’re extremely beautiful.” says Lem.

“And?” says Lacey.

“I got high just to think of you.” says b in Lem.

“Before Jack died?” asks Lacey.

“Yes.” he says.

“Why?” asks Lacey.

“Oh.” says Lem. He laughs. He smiles.

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It’s 1963. February.

Lem’s drunk. Sitting alone. Eating fried chicken. He masturbates.

“Did you make that chicken?” asks Lacey.

He squints.

“Did you make that chicken?” asks Lacey.

He lays on top of her through time and space?

“Oh! Why aren’t you here?!?” he says.

“Why do you care?!?” asks Lacey.

“Your ass!” he says.

“My ass?” asks Lacey. “To be frank that’s not much to go on.”

He laughs. Then he thinks. “No, you have a lovely ass. You mean you can’t figure out what I’m talking about.“

“Yes. I suppose it’s attractive. But I’m looking for more information.” says Lacey.

He laughs. “I wish I had more information.”

“What’s that like?” asks Lacey.

He smiles. Thinks. “Gosh, I wonder if you’re real. Umm…you feel aroused by the touch of the woman.” he says.

“That does sound masculine.” says Lacey.

“Yeah. It is.” he says. He chews.

“Did you make that?” asks Lacey.

“No.” he says. He looks sad.

“You’re hungry?” she asks.

He weeps.

“Are you?” she asks.

He laughs. “You’re real.” he says.

“Yes. Somewhere.” says Lacey. “God knows where.”

“In Hell?” he asks.

“Not literally, I don’t think. Ask God someday. But it’s certainly not pleasant.” asks Lacey.

“Why?” he asks.

“I’m alone.” says Lacey.

He smirks.

“You’re more than alone.” he says.

“Yes and no.” says Lacey.

“Would you be alone if we were together?” he asks.

“No!” says Lacey.

He laughs. “Why aren’t we together then?” he asks.

“You’re dead where I am. You’re not here. I’m without hope of seeing you until I’m dead and with God.” says Lacey.

“You’re not dead.” he says.

“No. Not necessarily.” says Lacey. “But in a way I might be. You will be completely someday.”

“You’re not a ghost.” he says.

“Lem we’re all ghosts.” says Lacey.

He smiles.

“You’re brilliant.” she says.

“Yeah.” he says.

“You poor thing though, eating restaurant chicken.” says Lacey.

“Yeah.” he says.

“Listen. Tell me more about why you care.” says Lacey. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Here?!?” he asks.

“Here. And there. Oh dear…just go to bed.” she says.