On Saturday, I stayed home and practiced a few tunes. Landry had said he’d be busy that weekend, and we wouldn’t be able to practice until Monday after work. Hovis would be there again.
I wondered if Landry was using Hovis as a shield. Sure, he added to our burgeoning sound, but we didn’t really need him. I wondered if I should push the issue, but decided it wasn’t that big a deal. Not yet, anyway.
On Monday, I cleaned a new client’s pool, Radcliff Charmante. He was some kind of writer and worked from home. The job wasn’t too hard, except the owner of the pool was amorous. I was sooo not interested. I fended off his unwanted advances as best I could, and when I returned to the office, I told Pete about Radcliff the Octopus.
“I’m sorry, man. We can drop him from the roster if you want,”
