I couldn’t resist the offer to ride in Lenore’s VW Beetle. What a majorly cool car. We squeeze into the two compact front seats and set off for the liquor store and then the bakery. I can’t help but notice how close we are in the front seat of the car. It’s a manual transmission, so Lenore’s slim manicured hand moves frequently right next to my leg.
Maybe conversation would help…
“So tell me about how you and Poppi met—if you don’t mind.”
“Of course—it’s a crazy story. Your grandfather already had the part of Juan Peron—I thought he was so distinguished—and that voice! I was part of the chorus at first. Still nothing to sneeze at, you know.”
I nod politely.
“The music is really difficult. Then, a week into rehearsal, the girl—young woman—who played the part of Peron’s cast-off mistres
