One afternoon as I was coming home from school, I happened to see some posters advertising a concert of “Lorenzo’s Band” about one month later.
I thought of Clara at once when I saw them - because it was her favorite group - although my thoughts had probably been almost permanently fixed on her for a few months now. A good excuse, if I ever needed one, to call her that evening and have a nice little chat with her again. And then, who knows, maybe arrange to go together.
“Did you see that Lorenzo"s band is performing next month at the Concert Hall?”
“Yes, I know. And I went to Tivoli the other day to get some information about it from the tobacconist in the square. He’s the only one around here that sells tickets for the theater and concerts, but he had already run out of them.”
I was
