Chapter V
The Bifurcation of a Composer
Sitting upon a buoyed stool in a Running Turtle coffee bar, Lisanne Breutschen awaited the arrival of her date. In the glass wall opposite, she appraised herself. A dark blue overcoat hid the beige silk suit that draped her petite wiry frame, and her pale skin glowed at sleeve ends and collar. Mounted upon her sinewy neck was a face wrought in angles: square chin, prominent cheekbones, large nose and high forehead, above which short blonde hair shaped like pencil-tips pointed in all directions. Her overall appearance was boyish, yet still feminine enough to garner the attentions of straight men who were not brave enough to explore their sublimated attractions to their own gender and in her saw a heterosexual solution. The thirty-eight-year-old woma
