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STRANGERS Dark house with evergreen shutters piano crouched in the corner and the light just right Iike this and because of the beautiful old lady serving us shrimp in a Celadon dish oh so Mimi-like even the dog so Dukey-like slinking under the almost perfect table I find myself returning to that room now not a mansion but a Civil War room that has once been quarters for slaves the bigger house beside us uncling in the dark some other family we do not know inside it figures moving beside their lamps in the way that strangers have an affinity for movement and lamps. I am in love with what I observe of strangers six-packs of beer left behind at the campsite Well you know these strangers flushes upstairs of the toilet laughs downstairs people who make the water run cold. So we are talking to King Dierdorf and his wife whom I remember a good deal but not her name since not everyone has a name Iike King and we are seven together and interested in the old dog under the piano who is good as gold unless children are there and then old Dukey moves back cautiously like a good story pulling us in under the piano bench with the ball and claw feet