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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I called Chris after the limo dropped me off at home. Jonathan had gone out to the coffee shop to write and he wasn’t back yet. I put some music on and lay down in the middle of the bed with the cordless phone to talk.

“How’d it go?” Chris asked.

“Boring, which is just fine with me. Exciting would have meant trouble, speaking of which, Lacey never deigned to make an appearance.”

“I was wondering about that. She tried to call here like six times last night, I can tell from the hangups on the machine. But she never left a message, and when I tried to call her back, I got her machine. Man, I hope she’s okay.”