“Could you believe it when William hit that A instead of C sharp? What a mistake to make and at what a critical time in the sonata…” Eva smiled. Beth laughed. “I know we shouldn’t be laughing, but when he played that note, he looked over at me with a Help me expression on his face. It was too funny.” Eva, a lovely woman with short blonde hair and blue eyes that didn’t miss much, looked around the bar at the Mirage Hotel where they found themselves this late afternoon. She glanced at Beth who was nursing her glass of Merlot. “You are such a flyweight, Beth. Will you finish that glass of wine tonight?” “Ha. You’re one to talk. You’re still on your first margarita.” “Okay. So I can’t drink much without falling asleep…” “…Then don’t complain about me,” Beth laughed again. Just then the young waitress in the very short skirt brought over two drinks on a tray.
