Candance walked into the apartment she shared with Lorin. Security had
cleared reporters from the decks where staff quarters were located, so the
journey had not been too difficult.
>From the stillness of the rooms, it did not appear that Lorin had arrived
yet, as she had expected. She quickly changed from her uniform to a
royal blue, silk caftan and padded barefooted to the living area. She
removed her krar, an ancient African stringed instrument, from its case
and settled into a meditative position on a braided rug.
"Computer, lights at 20 percent," she said. Once the room had dimmed, she
added, "Computer, play 'Concerto for krar and string orchestra' by
Azmari, orchestral parts only."
She had felt a nearly desperate need to think about what Lasiter had told
her. She had not been truthful about the real reason she left the bar
because she had not able to explain that need to him.
As the opening strains of the concerto she had written nearly 25 years ago
began, Candanced let her fingers to dance upon the strings of the krar
without conscious effort. It freed her to allow her thoughts to drift.
And the time passed.
Bedru ends
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