I was getting out of my car the next night when I saw her pull in. I waited until she’d gotten her bass out of the back and closed the door.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hi! I’m so excited, I don’t know how I’ll play tonight,”
“Excited? Why?”
“I have an appointment with Mr. Morrow tomorrow morning at ten o’clock,” she said.
“Really? I hadn’t heard.”
“Yes. I spent all yesterday checking my portfolio to make sure it’s all there.”
“You’re ready,” I told her. “You don’t have to worry.”
“If you can get away early, we can go out for lunch afterwards.”
“That sounds good. I’m always ready for lunch. I’m sure I can get away.”
We walked up the ramp with her bass, and she went through the handicapped door while I went through the revolving door. We met at the other side.
“I hope this is a good rehearsa
