“That sounds perfect to me.” Brigitte looked at Tim. “Would y’all be in the mood for some belly rubbin’ music?”
Gale smiled wide and pulled Tim against her. “Oh, I think that would be wonderful. Tim and I just love to belly rub.”
“Great, then why don’t we all head down to Preservation Hall? I know the owner, so you won’t need to worry about the cover charge.” André grabbed the laptop and followed the group toward the door. “Get ready for close quarters as there are only benches to sit on. But once the music starts, the frills won’t matter.”
They arrived at Preservation Hall within minutes and gazed upon a building that looked as if it had been abandoned. Passersby shunned the sad look of faded painted stucco and worn wooden shutters. They walked to the side of the building and admired t
