One evening not long after Ma"s funeral; they talked again of Canada and pawnbroking, but soon moved to the music. Nathan told Mr. Monty about the trio Leo and himself might form with Pat Daly, a bass player; a painter from down the yard who"d emigrated to Canada soon after the War ended, and he"d got out of the Army. Pat had moved to the US within a couple of years of arriving in Canada making his living gigging; and migrating to house painting when gigs were scarce.
“You"ve heard him play, Nathan?”
“No; Ah"ve met him. Leo brought him up to the house when Ma was ill; he told me he"s a terrific bassist and a great sight reader. We got on, and Ah"m dead keen.”
Pat Daly was now in his late thirties and unmarried, a working man turned bohemian, a veteran of juggling a living from two world
