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After Dinner
Liam and Walt joined the rehearsal on Tuesday, and the whole band spent six hours straight locked up in the attic studio. By the time they put their instruments down, Silvia had texted Jo to join them there and they had already ordered food for all of them. The musicians were tired, so they left shortly after they finished dinner.
Jim was glad to see Silvia shake her head when he tried to help her in the kitchen. He would’ve liked to lay back on one of the loungers at the deck, or the living-room couch, or his bed, but he stayed sitting at the isle to keep her company, dropping by Twitterland while she put some order around.
“I dated my flight today,” Silvia said out of the blue, in a carefully casual tone.
“Already? What’s the rush?” he asked, chuckling at a tweet from a Polish fan.
“I’m leaving on Friday, Jay.”
He looked up, taken aback, to find her filling a trash bag with empty cans.
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