I thought I saw Tu Cao yesterday. Of course, my process of thought went like this:
Hm. Cute girl. Oh, wait, she looks familiar. She looks like, um, that girl that hung around with Ace. Och, I cannae remember her name.
Waitaminute. Ace wasn’t his real name. It was... Roderick. She looks like that friend of Roderick’s, only darker-complected. Is that a word? [ed: it is] Oh, wait, is it really her? [giving her several puzzled looks] Maaaaaybe.
[She smiles at me, nudges my arm, goes around, and up the stairs to the main floor of Penn Station.]
Wow, nice smile. Kinda presumptuous. Um, oops, gotta catch my subway.
[Six hours later:] Roderick... Romero. Tu Cao! Damn. I should have given her my card.
(No relation to the Sky Cries Mary lead)
6:06:16 PM
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