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Chapter 7 – Tap DancingYou could have heard a pin drop in Liberty Tracy’s hospital room as she took in my question and attempted to frame a response. I waited patiently. Finally, she spoke. “We’ve been together since college, Ben and I. We went to school in the ‘80s, you understand.” She looked at me for acknowledgement. “I’m sorry, I don’t follow...” “The ‘80s was the start of the whole ‘me generation’ business. Everybody was a Preppie in college. Everybody wanted to be a Yuppie when they finished college. Ben and I, we were different. When we met, through mutual friends, there was an instant attraction. We were both running with the same crowd of fringe people, into the same things, believed in the same things...” She coughed and cleared her throat. “Yes, Sheriff, to answer your quest