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“Hi Jimmy.” Her voice rang in my one good ear.
Sweet Jesus, she had seen me, and there was no avoiding her now. I waved and walked to her counter.
“I came to renew my license.”
“You could have done it online, Jimmy.” Charmaine peered at me from over the top of her glasses.
I shrugged. “It gave me a chance to come see you.”
“Such a charmer.” She flashed a huge grin and pretended to bat her eyelids.
Her fingers danced across her keyboard, and suddenly she stopped.
“Theodore Septimius Severus Johnson.” She said it slowly. Then raised an eyebrow at me.
“What can I say? My dad was a history fanatic. All he read was history books in prison.” I looked around to make sure no one had heard her.
“So why on earth do we all call you Jimmy?” If I had a dollar for every time, I was asked that.
“That is a long story. Maybe I tell you another time.” I feigned a laugh.
“I have all the time in the world Septimius Severus. You can tell me over lunch.”
I was about to give an excuse, but she grabbed her handbag, and was walking around the counter before I could respond.
We sat at a small diner opposite the DMV, and I watched as Charmaine ordered more salad than I could eat in a month.
“I’m all ears Emperor Severus.” She leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs.
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