CHAPTER 55
“Brit’s got a hit song? You’ve got to be joking!” Lary is helping Pumpkin choose between an olive-green hat-scarf-and-glove set, and the rust version. They are in the Bay’s main floor at Bloor and Yonge.
“Not a word of a lie. They made it in a rinky-dink studio in London. That guy we saw last spring when we went there by train? He was a salesman for a radio station she roped into getting them a discount.”
“So, who was the old lady in the basement?” Lary picks up a chocolate brown set, tossing it aside.
“His great aunt, with all the money, he had flown in from Australia, poor thing. She was jet lagged when we saw her.”
Pumpkin tosses the rust tam onto a pile of other ones on the shelf, and picks up a knitted, multi-colored Alpine affair that covers her whole head like a helm
