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And the truth was, I had no clue what was going on either. We sat for awhile, ruminating over the previous minute and a half.
To break the silence, I offered her a coffee. "No thanks."
"Water?"
"No, I'm fine."
I cleared my throat...
"So, your ex-husband...Where were we?"
"Oakland, and then you had your little...spill."
"Ah, that's right." I said, lighting up a smoke.
"And what does he do now, Ms. Davis?"
"He's a businessman. An owner of something, god knows what."
Then I remembered. The team. The Mexican Bandits. We had both owned the Bandits 25 years ago. Happy, friendly, owners. But one day...
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