TWENTY-ONEIn the morning, John still had not moved. Sandie left him where he was and called Mike on the way to work.
“Something’s wrong,” she told him, and recounted some of what had happened the night before. “He said he’s tired,” she concluded, “and that what he’s getting just isn’t enough anymore. I guess that might be partly because of the way he’s holding back. I thought maybe if he could just cut loose... Do you think Monsignor would let him have a concert at the church? John’s a quick study, he could learn some religious songs or some classical or something. I’m afraid he might...”
She paused, thinking back to their brief discussion of taking over the world. The subject had seemed humorous to her at the time, but the result John had predicted...
“Might?” Mike prompted.
Sandie bi
