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the doorbell rang

The doorbell rang while Riley was still around. She was acting sulky and sullen and tossing gravel in the goldfish pond, trying to hit the fish.

“Leave the fish alone,” Ryan called out as he went in the house to answer the door.

“They’re fuckin’ fish, they need some excitement,” she yelled back.

I followed Ryan into the house.

“What’s up?” Ryan asked.

“Nothing. I just don’t want to be called ‘Yoko’ anymore.”

“She quit doing that.”

“Yeah, except when she mouths it silently when your back is turned.”

He grimaced. “Ah, Riley.”

As we got closer to the door, my heart sped up. I knew it couldn’t be Derek – the flight from LA to Atlanta was probably five hours, and then there was all the time at the airport beforehand, not to mention the hour-plus drive to Athens. And he’d only been released from rehab about four hours ago, according to the text from Miles.

But I was nervous just the same until Ryan opened the door.

There stood a certain short, long-haired guitarist dressed all in black – an
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