THE VOICES FROM THE OTHER SIDE
“Lida and Madi Bedrosian.”
The compère bowed and quit the stage. The audience broke into rapturous applause. Some customers rose for a better look.
“What’s going on?”
The zither man started floating melancholy notes into the room. Slowly the crowd settled back. The light on stage faded to a vague shine. The drummer blew smoke rings. A single spotlight cast a soft red circle in the centre of the stage.
“The owners of this establishment are also the star performers here,” the Frenchman explained, “and they are both very special.”
Thierry spoke softly, yet distinctly above the low murmur of the expectant crowd and the simple melody that drifted from the stage into the hall.
“You are lucky to be here.”
Dan wondered how long their new acquaintance had been
