three hundred sixteen. [Take a Souvenir.]

Jun 17, 2006 13:21

“It’s perfect,” says Robbie. “It’s perfect, because Cleveland…Cleveland, it’s like no-place else on earth. Cleveland takes care of its own. If you set this show in Cleveland, everyone from Cleveland will cling to it. Everyone in northeastern Ohio will take these characters on like their own family and friends. Cleveland will make it work.”

“Really?” says Cyril, with an eyebrow quirk.

“Yes. It’s perfect. Only one thing? You’re pronouncing the title wrong.”

“That’s how it is in the song? Indian or something.”

Robbie flinches. “Trust me. The only Indians left in Cleveland lose at baseball.”

“We’ll fix it,” declares Dio, triumphantly.

cyril, dio, robbie ross

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