We walked into the auditorium just as the concert started. A red tie adorned his black suit. He played a song about the sea and talked about it afterward in the car. “I like playing the Wipeout drum solo! It is fantastic being up there with Mr. J leading . . . I got to play percussion with all my friends. Is that cool or what?” He leaned against the ice cream counter and let his voice go soft. He stood up with his long curls taller than me and kissed my cheek.
