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Old Friends – Page 5

“Oh, you mean Gangster Schofield’s connection? Well, he said he will show up next week, so next week we’ll see, doll. Would you like to come with Ann and I to see some friends?”

“Sure.”

“Be careful, the last time I saw some of these people, they were teenagers.”

“And now their college students?”

“Right.”

“Oh.” She said. We turned in for the night.

The next morning Ann was up before any of us, and she and Karin were have a nice conversation in the dining room over hot chocolate. Kristen was next, and she just jumped in. Finally, Tracy and I came down, and they all hushed up. “That’s funny, I’m sure I heard some talking down here.” I stated.

“Karin and I were just talking.” Ann said.

“Fine.” I replied, eyeing the three of them. Tracy and I went and took our seats, and ate breakfast. We then went off with Ann to her practice.

We arrived at the building in which the practice was to be held, and we all went upstairs. Walking in the room, Ann announced, “Hey guys! Guess who I found down street?” She asked, pointing to me.

“Ahh, Toronto.” A man named Aaron Zwilling said from the corner.

“Yes Kimoslobby.” I said back.

“It’s back in the saddle again.”

“Yes, it seem we always start episode that way!”

“You never forget a line, do you?”

“Why you always call me Toronto, when my real name is Fred?” I asked.

“Okay, okay, enough already!”

“Who else do we have here?”

“Well, on the piano is Kirsten Paddock, Aaron’s got the French horn, I’ve got the clarinet, Amy Davis is on viola, and Bob Langworthy is on the trumpet…” She went through the rest of the names, but none of the others were from Music Camp.

“Wow.”

“Mind if we listen a spell?” I asked. They all said no. “Oh, I almost forgot, this is my fiancée, Tracy Hatch.” They nodded and went to their instruments.

“Hi.” Tracy responded. We took seats, listened to them for a little while, until lunch. Leaving, we went over to Noah’s house. We knocked on the door, and Noah invited us in. Going in the living room, we found Laura in the living room, sitting down. She had just started showing, and Noah was treating her like the baby. “So, how’s the mother-to-be?”

“I wish he’d let me help.” Laura said.

“How’s Theresa?”

“She’s doing fine. She’s cooking, fortunately, and Noah’s doing the rest.” Tracy went to ask Theresa if we could eat with them, and Noah came in the living room.

“So, how’s the case going?” He asked.

“You’re more active then I am!” I said. “We don’t go back as gangsters until Joel gets some info.”

“Oh, so you liked my gangster types?”

“Yeah, they’re the muscle I needed.”