"You'll meet in college," Lucy says thoughtfully. She crosses and uncrosses her pink-and-black-striped legs and I notice a small hole in the left knee of her stockings. 
    "Oh?"
    "Not at the same college mind you. She'll be an Ivy Leaguer, and you'll be doing some gig at her school…"
    "I'm still in a band at this point?" 
    "Duh! So ( Read more... )