“I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. Then enter Mr. With a finger crooked in his side-pocket, she measured her step with his, her senses still dizzy from the echo of the magic sounds. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. “But the thing is, I want a job. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. Anywhere! Moonlight and music—pleasing, you know, but quite unnecessary.
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