Banjo by the Window
              

Jaimie's old house had boxes and boxes of stuff in the living room.  The creepy lace curtains conjured up glimpses of grandma's panties, flapping on the clothesline.  Next to the old-fashioned segmented window was a banjo, no strings.  It might have made a good souvenir but I got the feeling whatever I found here, stays here.  The impotent instrument seemed to play a duet with the translucent curtains, a song that was surely country-western in nature.  Banjo: "I got no strings and I'm all alone, my family's left me on my own," Curtains:  "I ain't been drawn in seven years, no fingers have touched my lacey tears."  Together:  "It sure is hard to be alone, we've got each other, but no one's home." 
           


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