Chapter 72

“Oh, my,” Noah said, “I’ve never seen anything like this. The pictures I’ve seen don’t even begin to do it justice.”

“Babe, you just said a mouthful, for sure. That is arguably the most beautiful ceiling in the world.”

Two weeks later, after a series of one- and two-night side trips to various venues, they were back in the London flat.

“Don’t we have a couple of days set aside this week for creative loafing?” Noah said

“Getting tired of the ‘rat race’ already?”

“Aren’t you?”

“A little, but I’m spurred on by the opportunities to play different organs in different places. That gives me a huge incentive.”

“I can understand that—sort of.”

“Tell you what. I’ll make the next overnight trip solo.”

“Not on your life. That little suborganist in the last cathedral had the hots for you. Didn’t I see his hand ‘accidentally’ brush your butt while he showed you around?”

“Yeah, but you also saw me ignore it. Don’t you trust me?”