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nap.”
    “Naw. I’m fine. I’ll be here at one.”
    “No nap?”
    “Not unless it’s with you, Deena.”
    “Yeah, Mr. Smooth. Okay. Pick me up at one,” she said,
stubbing out her cigarette and standing up.
    Rex got up when she got up. She noticed. It was eleven-thirty,
that meant he had an hour and a half to kill. He ordered another drink and
watched Deena dance. He liked looking at her body while he plotted his
strategy. It’d work better if she got him hired here. Rex sat back and smiled
to himself. Perhaps this podunk little town wasn’t so bad after all.
     
    * * * *
     
    In the neat house on James Street, Peter worked on his
lecture then took a break to work on a Beethoven sonata, a new piece he’d been
practicing. He began and after a minute, stopped. Then he started again. Then
stopped.
    He was having trouble with the beginning, when he heard a
female voice scream, “Keep playing! Why are you stopping?”
    Peter ignored it, figuring the woman wasn’t talking to him.
He started again. Again he heard the voice coming through the window.
    “Hey, you with the piano! I’m talking to you. Keep playing!”
    Peter stopped and started again. Again the voice.
    “You’re driving me crazy playing the same thing over and
over! Finish it!”
    Peter got up and went to the window. About twelve feet away
was the window of the house next door. The shade was drawn, but Peter knew the
screaming woman was on the other side.
    “I’m practicing! This isn’t a concert, lady,” Peter hollered
back.
    He sat down again and purposely played the beginning over and
over until he heard the window next door shut with a bang. That will shut her up . He went back to practicing until Sam came in
and told him lunch was ready.
     
    * * * *
     
    Sharing a house with Peter and
listening to his music, reminded Sam of Ellen. He still missed her and when he
heard Peter playing her favorite tunes, his heart lifted for a moment as if she
were there with him. Their friends envied them their strong, loving
relationship . Sam and Ellen had been married over thirty years; she was
his best friend and his lover. They had a peaceful, warm, sexy relationship.
When she died, his world collapsed.
    He had not been at Vaal University long when he lost Ellen to
a virulent strain of pneumonia that swept through her body quickly. Ellen was a
talented pianist and the inspiration for Peter. When his son played Ellen’s
favorite pieces, if Sam closed his eyes, he could imagine she was still here.
    Sam had become a pretty good cook after Ellen died. He
cooked, and Peter taught. They each had their own bedroom. The set-up seemed
fine, but Sam wondered what would happen when Peter revved up his social life.
He didn’t look forward to strange women at breakfast every Sunday morning,
maybe every Saturday morning too. Sam hoped Peter would fall in love and get
married.
    The more women Peter had, the more restless he became, and
hence the more women. Sam didn’t approve of Peter’s womanizing but he didn’t
say anything…his son had to find his own way.
    After lunch, Peter went back to the piano and noticed the
window across the way was open again. Maybe the woman had gone out. He started
in again on his sonata. This time he got halfway through, stopped and started
again. He played halfway through and stopped. Then he concentrated on one
section, playing it over and over.
    “You’re driving me bonkers! If Beethoven is too hard for you,
try Brahms!”
    “Shut up!” Peter yelled and continued to play the one section
over and over again until he heard the window slam shut. Good .
    He played for another hour. Then he got up to get a glass of
water.
    Peter came back to the piano, barely glancing out the window.
He saw a young woman from the back. So
that’s the bitch. He noticed she wore a leotard and footless tights. The
grace of her shoulders, the curve of her hips and the roundness of her small
bottom piqued his curiosity. He started to play the same