"Any planes going to New Orleans?"
"Why?"
"That's where they went."
"'They', who?"
"The Moose Lodge. I'm certain it's them."
Liza Marie sighed and looked at her schedule. "Yeah, tonight I think," she replied, chewing on her pencil. "Will you be there in time?"
This time it was Chernobyl who sighed. "I hope so!"
"Don't worry, Chobe," Liza said. "All of the Eastern Stars and Daughters of Isis will be right behind you."
"Thanks, Liz," Choby said. "And here. Call this. This is Latzy's number. I hope he still remembers me."
"Don't worry. Worshipful Masters never forget anything!"
"For the third time, I hope so!"
"And also for the third time, don't worry!"
[Note--there are some additional notations scribbled in the margins, dealing with the development of the story:]
Moose Lodge 2314 [Note--third page of Chapter 1.]
Latzy 313-733-4536 [Note--first page of Chapter 4. I remember looking at this note and having no clue what it meant nor why I had taken note of it. Was it a lottery number? A phone number? Who or what was this "Latzy"? In the end, I simply did what any writer would do: incorporated the word into the current story as a character surname. Latzy not much later in the story became Chernobyl's old Worshipful Master.]
Edwards--old batty Shriner
"Latzy"--Worshipful Master of Masons [Note--second page of Chapter 4. See how fast I did that?]
[arrow pointing to text] This is the 4th of July [Note--first (and only) page of Chapter 5.]
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