“Only from the article in the Toronto Star.”
“When did you read it?”
“I don’t know. Eight days ago, I think.”
“You think, or you’re sure?” He raised his hand like he was going to grab Gershwin’s face again, but when Gershwin backed away, he replaced his hand on his leg.
“Yes. Eight days ago. I was on a plane to London.” He was whispering rapidly.
“What a nice life you’ve been leading. How many newspaper articles have you read in the last eight days?”
Gershwin had read hundreds, maybe thousands.
“Not many. I was away on my honeymoon.”
“How many is not many?”
“I don’t know. I skimmed through the paper each morning.”
“Tell me what you remember about some of the other articles you read.”
“They were mostly British papers. I think most of the articles were about politics or celebritie
