“One of Lester’s fans, an old woman, had laid the white claw of her hand on Dad’s arm and was pinning him to her. ‘Excuse me,’ she was saying. ‘One second only, sir!’ ‘No comment,’ parroted Dad, trying to pull away. Gabriel had to jump up and down to catch a glimpse of his father, clutching Lester’s picture to him. ‘Dad, Dad – come on!’ He was about to return to grab his father’s hand and tug him free. The woman, searching frantically for something in her mind, suddenly said, ‘But – ...Rex! Rex!’ ‘Who are you?’ Gabriel’s father peered into her old face as if he might see other, younger ones, underneath. ‘I don’t recognize you.’ ‘I was there. It was me that saw … that saw –’ ‘Where were you? What did you see?’ ‘In Finland, where you fell from your superboots. I used to follow the group around. You were the bass player.’ ‘I was that man!’ ‘A lovely smooth bass line you had, too.’ ‘You noticed?’ ‘I was watching when your ankle went.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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