“Hutch! I’ve lost my rings!” Starsky sounded desperate.
“Why are you so upset?”
“My two best friends gave them to me, when I lived in New York.
It’s about friendship, you know.”
One week later…
“Which hand?” Hutch stood in front of Starsky, his arms behind
“The left one for a leftie.” Starsky was curious.
“Here you are.”
Two rings, sparkling more than the lost ones, lay in Starsky’s hand.
“Hutch…” Starsky was at a loss of words.
“This is about friendship. Me and thee. A fresh start.” Hutch
went to the kitchen to get two beers, whistling.
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