Well, well, well.
“He wasn’t in this week,” Gerber repeated.
Horowitz looked puzzled. “I thought he was. Huh, I guess not, then. Maybe I was thinking of last Monday. You know, he came in a lot. I thought he was here this week, though, but maybe I was mistaken.”
“What did he do while he was here?”
“I guess he wasn’t here.”
“Well, last Monday, then.” Not to quarrel, not to get between the quarreling partners. Marvia wanted to hear what Horowitz had to say.
“Well, he came in and chatted a little. He was really pissed at Sun Mbolo and the whole way the station’s going. He thought they were turning it into a bland, MOR—”
“MOR?”
“Uh, middle-of-the-road. It’s a kind of schmaltzy music, Neil Diamond, Anne Murray, but it’s a whole programming concept, too. Mbolo and her crowd were giving up
