"I went," Prema said, sitting down again. "It was okay."
"Just okay?" Timothy asked.
"Just okay." She scraped the papaya really close to the rind, then folded the empty skin up like a present and tossed it into the garbage can. She brought her legs up in front of her so she was balanced on the wide, marble railing with her feet together and her knees up under her chin. "I don't know, the sound wasn't good at all. I could tell the band was good."
"That's the problem here—" Linus said.
"The sound," Timothy finished for him.
They had done one show together, and although Prema had praised them to the high heavens, Timothy and Linus insisted that it was "just okay," thanks to the sound system crackling like popping corn for the full two hours.
"But back to the other thing… before Linus so
