She was the High Priestess. “Beats me. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane.
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