Chapter 43
I didn’t stay in Provo very long. My bags were packed before the Sunday afternoon concert and the flight left there at 8:30 A.M. the next morning. The plane touched down and I rushed to get my luggage. I grabbed the first cab in line and gave him the address of my apartment.
As I walked into my apartment, I called, “I’m back! I’m home!” Marie had been apartment sitting while I was gone. Her lease had been up so she stayed here until I returned before looking for a new place.
Marie stuck her head out of the kitchen. “It’s about time you got your bony ass back here.”
“How have you been?” I set my cello and the big rolling suitcase on the floor, put my carry-on beside them, and threw the garment bag with my gowns onto the chair.
“Always the same,” she groused. “I had an auditi
