" It was true. "We have a
teacher--a Master Drummer. A lot of people have never drummed before,
and they always have a good time."
"I don't have a drum."
"We sell them--simple ones. I have an extra one. I'll bring it for
you." She was enthusiastic and meant well. He couldn't say no.
The morning of the trip was cool and foggy. The group was to meet at
the Conservancy and then be bussed to Wolf Neck State Park. Jennifer
spotted him as soon as he drove in.
"Morning! I love your jacket." She reached out and felt it between her
thumb and first two fingers. That Mark.
"Morning, Jennifer. Yeah, it's nice. Linen," he said, but he was damned
if he was going to mail it to her.
"I brought your drum; it's in the car. I'll get it." She skipped over
to a white Volvo and took a drum from the back seat. "You're going to
love this." He accepted it, feeling foolish. She handed him a wooden
striker. "You can hold it any way that is comfortable." She took it
back and tucked it between her left arm and side. "Like this, or
straight up, if you're sitting."
"O.K., I get it," Oliver said.
"We'll be leaving in about ten minutes." He took a seat near the front
of the bus and tried to look relaxed.
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