You’re not leaving are ya?
You wouldn’t be too upset if I unwrapped my present at home, would ya?
Yeah, no worries mate.
Trevor smiled. Sandy could see he wouldn’t stop his departure.
Thanks for a great night, mate.
Good to see you well, mate.
Trevor stood and embraced his old friend with a long and firm hug, and told him to take care, not knowing when he’d see his old friend next.
Let me show you the view from my penthouse.
He told Lily Blue, and the two left arm in arm. On the way to the stairs, Sandy stopped by the waiter, and placed in his hand a ten-dollar note, and quietly quipped to him that he might now need one of those tablets now, but the waiter remained confused. They had a long taxi ride home, and try as she did Lily couldn’t hold the old man’s attention. He watched out the window, the approaching city, as his mind drifted back to his earlier performance. Of all the thoughts of the night, one seemed more important than the others. The youth he’d met at Bill’s – Jackson Twain, or whatever his name – Sandy could place him. He was the young man at the back of the show, the one drinking the cup of tea. Had that young man followed him to the bar, and were those compliments he gave, actually honest and true? And had had he, Sandy Field, dismissed the first genuine fan who’d approached him in years?
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