Marietta said: “What?”
“An old song,” I said. “PreSpace, I think, or nearly. What Josh was doing.”
“Well, at least it’s over,” Marietta said. “And the Williamson can go on playing.”
“The Berlioz Requiem next month?” I said, and she nodded. “I’ll have to stay around for that.”
Marietta grinned. “You have a lifetime season pass, you know that,” she said. “But seriously, Knave, don’t you have other places to go?”
“Not,” I said, “immediately.” And then I said: “We’d better be going back to the AHD now, though—it is getting late, and you know how I need my sleep.”
And we got up, and left Marietta grinning there.
I did say cellists ran to lovely, didn’t I? And I did say—didn’t I?—that this one ran in a class all her own.