I really need to get myself together. I’ve been fuming ever since last week when Drew had the nerve to call at the last minute with that lame excuse! You should have heard him! ‘Hey baby, look, I’m going to be a little late tonight, ah, if I make it at all. We’ve got this, ah, family meeting and I tried to get out of it but, well, ah, you know Mother, she’s insisting…’ ”Boy, why don’t you grow up?” I yelled at him through the phone, but it didn’t make a difference. He didn’t show. His mother, as usual, had come first. The truth is I was fit to be tied. We were supposed to be going to the Cellar Jazz Club in Georgetown to catch Will Downing’s final engagement performance. I had to move hell and high water even with all my booking agency connections to find tickets, paid straight through the nose with promises of return favors to the sleazy promoter I snagged the tickets from when I finally did find some, and there Drew was calling at the last possible moment saying he might not make it!
