FORTY-SIX
In the morning, Nathan headed off home, promising to return that night and take me out to dinner.
I'd fallen asleep far too early last night, so I had an extra hour of piano practise to put in before starting any other exercises. I'd finally managed to limber up my fingers enough to work a bass line beneath the melody that wouldn't leave me alone. One more run through and I'd write it down...
A heavy knocking jarred with my timing. I stopped playing and stood, making my way to the front door.
As I approached, I heard a gruff voice say, "Sit. Caesar, sit."
I smiled and threw the door open, unlocking the screen door before I could even see him clearly. "Good morning, Bruce. What can I do for you?"
Bruce looked hard at me, as if he couldn't decide which weighty matter to brin
