I bought a hookah on East Carson Street.
Also a couple of records. The fact that I don't have a record player seemed strangely insignificant while I was looking at Billie Holiday and Dinah Washington.
When Joy blows smoke she looks like she's singing. Dr. Ray would be so proud. Probably.
Charlotte was not at all sure about this hookah-smoking thing.
Her feelings on spinning records, however, are well documented.
Joy and Marvin Gaye. A love that knows no bounds.
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