XXX. HOMELESS
LaRissa cleaned up the mess left by Charlie’s soda can, and fetched him another cold one, as he lay prone on the sofa, slowly sipping.
Q. tended to Hochheiser. “Are you back with us?”
Neil nodded, still looking bewildered. “I don’t know what came over me.”
Zeller wrapped an arm around the stand-in guitarist’s shoulder and led him slowly back through the door and into the hangar where the rest of the band waited impatiently to resume their practice. They were all exhausted and just wanted to work through a couple more songs before calling it a night – or morning.
Go ahead and start the video again.
“You sure? You don’t need another moment to collect yourself?”
This next part isn’t going to be any easier for me, so let’s just march onward.
LaRissa pressed record.
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