Chapter 15
Warwick changed outfits three times that night. Then, he took off the yellow scarf and put it back on a total of nine. Currently, as he walked through the lobby of Symphony Hall, it was stuffed down in the pocket of his suit jacket.
He’d been there before—with Lawrence—and the feeling of that came back at the sight of the beautiful interior. Pure white marble statuary, partial nudes draped in fabric sculpted from rock, stood guard as a perpetual audience at every show. They were set high up in recesses on two walls, each recess flanked by ivory colored columns. Those columns, the high tray ceilings, and the entire upper rim around the room was trimmed in ornate gold filigree.
Voices filled the space like music soon would, dissonant conversations as each duet, trio, quartet
