CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“WHAT TIME ARE YOU MEETING YOUR FRIEND?” I asked.
“Seven o’clock. After rehearsal.” Kathy handed me her coffee cup. “If you can’t remember her name, Theo, it’s Nicole.”
“Right.” I yawned.
Kathy gave me a stern look. “You know, it’s a little insulting that you don’t remember—she’s one of my best friends. You went to her going-away party for f**k’s sake.”
“Of course I remember Nicole. I just forgot her name, that’s all.”
Kathy rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Pothead. I’m having a shower.” She walked out of the kitchen.
I smiled to myself.
Seven o’clock.
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At a quarter to seven I walked along the river toward Kathy’s rehearsal space on the South Bank.
I sat on a bench across the way from the rehearsal room, facing away from the entrance so Kathy wouldn’t im
