“Okay, grazie. You have my number, let me know if I can buy it. Arrivederci!”“Ciao, signora. Ciao, profeta.”I thought that was it, but now Mel...stopped and jerked me back.“What? What was that?”“Profeta. Prophet. Ees on the back. See?”And indeed, in barely legible pencil strokes someone had written ‘profeta’ on the frame. That could have been anyone. But then, the painter could have been anyone, too. Mel snapped a picture of the back of the painting and then we were finally on our way.“I’m. "Could you take the sweater off please?"She quickly removed the sweater. Katie had humongous hooters."I'd like to interview the both of you right now if that's ok?"Ashley and Katie grinned at each other and nodded their heads."Amy honey, you know the drill right. Collect the forms and I'll be back in 20 minutes or so." Ok Mr. Williams." Amy looked a little down. I pulled her in for a quick kiss and felt up her ass."I'm counting on you, Amy."Her face brightened and she said, "You can count on. I wanted to go back to sleep, but instead I spentthe next hour doing radio interviews. Then there were a few more press-related events before the sound check. After the sound check I ate somelunch before I had to attend the Starshine party.It was nearly 3:00 in the afternoon by the time I was able to return tomy bus. I had four hours before I had to start getting ready for theconcert, and I planned to get as much sleep as I could to make up forwhat I would miss tonight.As I crawled into the bed. They discussed golf, weather, and many things except the one subject that they wanted to discuss. George and Hank fussed because they disappeared after claiming that they weren't going to eat out. The former just looked at each other and gave lame excuses to the latter.They went to the public course and got in line for tee off, Hank didn't play golf he said it was a stupid game, hit the ball then go look for it and hit it again. He followed Ben around complaining because they had to walk. He.