Hot Ticket (2009)
“Driver made no attempt to be discreet but this morning I was too weary to respond. He cut away as I pulled up to the hotel: sorry, pal. We’d play tag when I felt like punching again. I crawled into bed then called Rhoby Hall, whose shift at the FBI was about over. “I checked my calendar.
Tonight’s good for me. What time were you and Fausto thinking of rehearsing?”
“Six o’clock?” she asked back.
“Fine.”
“The B Major Trio, right? I don’t want to be practicing the wrong one!”
W...hatever it was, I’d be sight-reading it. “Could you let him know?”
“Sure! God! I’m so excited!”
Take an aspirin and call me after ten thousand concerts. I didn’t really give a damn about Rhoby and her phone skills at the FBI. I wanted to see Fausto again: chamber music furnished the perfect excuse for doing so. He’d be eating breakfast now—if he had awakened at all.MoreLess
Tonight’s good for me. What time were you and Fausto thinking of rehearsing?”
“Six o’clock?” she asked back.
“Fine.”
“The B Major Trio, right? I don’t want to be practicing the wrong one!”
W...hatever it was, I’d be sight-reading it. “Could you let him know?”
“Sure! God! I’m so excited!”
Take an aspirin and call me after ten thousand concerts. I didn’t really give a damn about Rhoby and her phone skills at the FBI. I wanted to see Fausto again: chamber music furnished the perfect excuse for doing so. He’d be eating breakfast now—if he had awakened at all.MoreLess
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