“Solution?” He sounded a little breathless.
“Well, yeah.” I was
starting to get impatient with his lack of enthusiasm.
“Sandy.” He said my
name the same way again, but before I could say his, he went on.
“Tell me this.” He
paused and I waited. “Have you ever killed anyone before?”
“Well, not a person per se,” I replied, pleased with myself
for knowing how to use per se properly.
“But I’ve slaughtered a lot of chickens and pigs. Pigs are pretty smart, by the
way. I had one as a pet when I was little. But I got over that pet stuff. Growing
up on the farm, you see a lot of blood flowing. I don’t think I’d have a
problem.”
He didn’t respond. Stockbrokers are used to giving things a
lot of thought. I waited a moment.
“Eric, you know how we always say it would be nice if I
could go hear you play at Sweet P’s?”
Sandy is scary.
ReplyDeleteShe certainly is. And I notice her name has five letters and starts with an "S," like someone else's we know. I hope this isn't a confessional, and/or a thin attempt at disguising a sordid past.
ReplyDeleteWell, I admit I've been to Washington Square a number of times. And I might even have sat on a bench. But I've never taken a MIDI composition course.
DeleteI cannot believe Eric is falling for this.
ReplyDeleteDoes Sandy also wet the bed and light fires?
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