I am standing in the
banjo room (of course there is such a thing). I am looking at banjos with
Attache, they have multicolored
strings and neat
notes. Attache’s
dad is there, sitting on a
bench. He gives me a
strange look out of the corner of his
eye, Attache says, “He wanted you to be his
daughter-in-law.”
He asks me if I loved him. Yes, I tell him, all shades.