Parsons turned, smiling. “Oh?” he said. “Where you from?” “Wilmington,” the redhead said. “We’re out-of-towners, too,” Parsons explained. “Listen, if you haven’t anything else to do, why don’t you join us for a drink?” “Well, gee, that’s awfully kind of you,” the redhead said. “But I wouldn’t want to impose.” “No imposition at all,” Parsons said. He turned to Jamison. “You don’t mind, do you, Elliot?” “Not at all,” Jamison said. “More the merrier.” “Well, in that case, I’d enjoy it a lot,” the redhead said. “I’m Charlie Parsons,” Parsons said, “and this is Elliot Jamison.” “Pleased to know
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