Entry tags:
Superstition
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
Maybe an hour later Bart shook out his hands and said good night.
I got up to leave, too, but Remo said a little awkwardly “Wait one more second” so I told Bart I’d be along. We were all three wearing jocular smiles but Remo’s eyes went somewhat serious. Bart, never blind to those sorts of things, waved goodbye with a little twitch of his eyebrow in my direction.
I sat back down on the bed, the Takamine in my lap. “Something on your mind?”