HEARING THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES
When Luke had sung on the karaoke night, he had produced a tolerable tune. When he sang to himself, however, he was blithely tone deaf. As tone deaf as Tony.
Geoff challenged him about it, as Luke did one of his occasional ‘I am supervising my staff’ walks past all their desks. He did this when he remembered. Most of the time he ignored what they were doing, and simply walked the walk while his brain went about its own business. This time he was humming tunelessly along to Geoff’s sound track. Geoff was amused.
“You’re not on key,” he informed his boss, with a commendable lack of tact.
“You mistake,” Luke said loftily. “I’m not singing to anything you can hear. I listen to the music of the spheres.”
He knows the damnedest things, thought Artemisia. He
