“Souvenir,” I said. “Yes. It is my souvenir of this remarkable night. We visit yard sales.” “You’re joking,” I said. “They are called different things in different places. In Italy, vendita in cantiere. Samoan, fanua fa’tau. We take some of these things to remember, some to study. We have film of your Kennedy’s death from rifleshot. We have an autographed picture of Juhjudi.” “Wait.” Butch was frowning. “Are you talking about Judge Judy?”
