’ Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. “You go home,” he said, at parting; “you go home. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. ” His shoulders relaxed. “DEAR MR.
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