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I was almost finished packing when my front door opened and my neighbor from across the hall walked into my living room and said "So... can I come with you?". I stood up and faced her. "Come with me where?" "To Jamaica. Duh." she replied with a grin. "And how would you know I'm going to Jamaica? I could just be going back to Kansas to visit my parents." Monika pulled a sheet of paper that she was hiding behind her sundress and showed it to me. It was a printed copy of the playbill for the shows I was scheduled to play at a high-end resort starting next week. I looked back up to her still grinning face. "How did you find that?" She shrugged and put the playbill down on my coffee table. "I like to see where you're going." She looked at me curiously. "You know you go to a lot of boring places? Cleveland. Wichita. Bakersfield, Paducah. I've been waiting for you to go to someplace cool like Vegas. But you're going to Jamaica!" She then got an ornery look on her face.