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Miss Andie opens the wooden door at the tiny Fleming Street bar, white lace curtains poking from a bag tossed over her shoulder. Key West sunshine floods the cool, inner dark. There’s a cheer from the bar when she walks in; everyone wants a hug in her warm, generous arms. She takes her chair at the corner window table, bends over and goes about threading the curtains through the spring rod, which she pulls from her outsized purse. She’s singing under her breath, low, clear-toned notes...