John and I hadn’t said much after Jude left. We’d eaten a small meal, then went back to our hotel for the night. I took a long shower, and we watched Seinfeld for an hour or so before going to sleep. I woke up early the next morning.
“John… John, you awake? C’mon, man…”
The digital clock on my bed stand read 6:42, and I had a music workshop to go to at 8:00. It’ll take about 30 minutes to get there… God I’m tired…
We hadn’t cought up with our sleep much since we moved to New York three months ago. We’d come up from Georgia, where we’d graduated from UGA . I miss it sometimes…
I took a short shower, put on some presentable clothes, and grabbed my case which was lying next to the bed stand. Before I left, I looked back at John, who was still asleep in his bed.
“Hey John, I’m going to that workshop today. I should be back around six. Don’t do anything stupid, and here’s my cell if you need to call.”
I put my number on the bed stand.
“We’ll drop by Holman’s tomorrow and say hi to Grace.”