There was something in the parking lot that claimed to be a food truck, chucking burritos, but I stayed with steak and eggs. And a couple of waffles. As soon as we’d gotten off the busses, Nessa nabbed Clara when she departed Moniker’s bus, which was weird since she’d started this leg of the trip on my bus. In CJ’s bed. She didn’t look as pissed as I’d have thought for someone in her apparent position, but I tried not to think much more about it. Nessa escorted her into the diner and into a booth far in the corner for what I assumed would be CJ-related girl talk. Mine and Nessa’s conversation on the bus in the hours before stopping for dinner stayed far away from the violin or this tour. She asked me about teaching music from Indonesia and Ireland, and I was brutally honest in an effort to get some information from her, too. And, I had nothing to hide. But, no dice. When the questioning shifted to her, and I asked how she got hooked up with The Brewers, she wasn’t rude, but she kind of breezed through the whole story.
