Big Bands, Small Ensembles

Duo:
Paul and I are alone tonight.  Bernie went back to her guardian's, Louis is at work, Sol is in Henderson and Frieda is at a friend's house.

We listen to Music Choice, listening to big bands on "Singers and Swing".  We're on our computers, in our own little worlds.  Sometimes one of us takes a break to get some water or a snack, and we'll ask if the other wants something.  Mostly, it's us, on our computers, listening to something old and beautiful.

Solo: 
I could listen to Benny Goodman or Artie Shaw until I orgasm from the high notes on the clarinet.  I used to make something like theirs, as beautiful.

Women's Quintet (with a panicky soloist):
Mom's coming home on Wednesday.  Something in the back of my head is setting off the alarm bells.  Are they sending her to her apartment to die?  I feel like a panicky kid.  I AM a panicky kid.  Hang on Mom, I want to bring the girls up to visit you.  But if it's no, ok.

Ed is right.  I AM a selfish bitch.

Sextet (less one):
Going to Henderson on Sunday to celebrate Passover with Solomon.  I don't know if Louis is planning on joining us.  Seders are not for the weak of heart, but I have prepared seders for over 20 years and like any other holiday, the cooking, timed right, does itself.