“Could you send her over to our table when you get the chance?” he asked.
“And you are…?”
“I’m her husband.”
“Oh. Oh. Of course. Right away.”
She scurried off and we turned back to face in the general direction of the stage. The room seemed to grow more swollen with people; the bouncers must have admitted another wave from the street. A buzz began to stir in the air, and the cages above our heads gave a sudden, mad lurch. I looked to my left. Through this darkness, I thought I saw members of Thursday Banana descending the catwalks that had been installed along the walls leading up to the ceiling. It was hard to tell; the room was so full, so shadowy, a vast chamber of anticipation. Thousands of conversations seemed to clog the air.
“It looks like the break is coming to an end,” I cal
