These Dreams of You

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He returns Roberto’s truck to the Añejo. “I don’t know if I can unpack it tonight,” Zan whispers. The men stand outside in back of the bar, next to the small shed from which Zan broadcasts his radio show. “We can do it tomorrow,” says Roberto. “I’ll help.”

“Thanks.”

“I would have helped you move it all out.”

“I didn’t want anyone else to see the house.”

Roberto says, “We’ve missed your music.”

“I made playlists in my head,” says Zan, “in London. But I don’t think you want to hear them.”