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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzG55v_LYL0

The two women, both intriguing and beautiful in each of their own rights, stepped into the room. The dark haired, more forward one, Dod, and the more reserved blonde, Charlotte (he assumed). The other residents of that cabin, the men, were nowhere to be seen--he couldn't say he was too disappointed about that.

"Nice place you have here Sheik," [i] Dod cooed as she went to sit down on the warm, black leather.

"All the nicer with you two here Sheba," He returned. Every word she spoke was cooler than the last, every move she made was with purpose, yet, effortless. The more he watched her, the more enthralled he became. [i]"Love the music, Furry Lewis right?" She was correct. Theo was about to congratulate the woman when instead, Huey chimed in, brimming with excitement.

"Well look at you! You know your blues! But you gotta say it like this baby: Furry Lewis!" He teased as he slapped his knee and cackled. Huey was impressed! "Don't be rude boy, introduce me to your lovely friends here." With his bony elbow, he nudged Theo, who got up from his outstretched position and went into a more regular upright one on the couch. He wanted to make room for the ladies. "Makin' us colored folk look bad..." The old man whispered sharply to his younger cohort.

"It's good to see you two again," Theo began. Dod was already making herself comfortable, Charlotte however, looked to still be trying to find a seat. "Don't worry doll, we don't bite. Make yourself comfortable!" The veteran motioned towards the couch, "Ladies don't be alarmed, but you are in the presence of greatness!" He sat up from his seat, just a bit, "This is Mister Huey Nathaniel King. My mentor, confidant, and a living blues legend! And not to mention one of the founding fathers of the Harlem Renaissance!" With each word, he waved his hands in the air, poking fun at regal introductions. But every word was sincere--he held the utmost respect for Huey.

Huey tipped his straw hat at the women. "And Huey, these two gorgeous gals are Dod Freeman, and Charlotte Andrews--" Theo paused, "Though, I didn't get the pleasure of hearing that from her personally. Unfortunately." He laughed just a bit. A brief, but hearty laugh that came from the belly.

"Fine names if I ever heard one," Huey proclaimed in his old raspy voice, "Well, what brings you two ladies to this knucklehead's cabin? Hell, what's takin' ya to London?" He chuckled to himself, "I guess what i'm sayin' is...tell an old man about yourselves--it's a long train ride, and I'm tired of talkin' to him." He tried to whisper the last bit--it didn't work.