She’d had a restless night, tossed and turned, dozing in brief snatches. At five o’clock, she gave up and got out of bed. She dressed with great care, determined to present just the right image. Part of the scene, but businesslike, yet not too uptight. She didn’t think jeans and a Lightnin’ T-shirt would have been appropriate, although later in the tour it might serve a good purpose. Instead she chose black slacks and a magenta silk T-shirt that brought out the color in her cheeks. Her hair was pulled back in a wide gold clip as usual and earrings resembling tiny lightning bolts dangled from her ears. Okay, so that part was hokey. She was allowed a little, right? And she’d been so excited when she found them, she’d also bought a pair for Emma. The woman had thanked her profusely, excitement shining in her eyes. At seven she was at the office to check the boxes headed for the restaurant and go over her list yet again. “Music Lady” was in the can, and everyone felt pretty damn good about it, especially Butch.
