“David,” Cal interrupted, “Professor Richter is the Generalindent of the Deutsche Oper am Rhein.”“Is that, like, a boss?” I asked, unaware...of how opera companies worked.“Like that,” Richter replied, “but, more of an artistic director.”He turned to Cal.“Young lady, if you ever decide to take up singing opera, I’d love to see you appear with my company,” he said.“I intend to,” she replied, “I’ve been at the Munich Summer school this past few weeks. Jonas Kaufmann has been my mentor.”“Then you. I am old enough but Mom and Dad don’t like for me to drink around them.’ The first tentative drops of cooling rain began hitting the deck like pellets. ‘We better get inside or we will be soaked. Come below, and I’ll get us that beer.’ ‘You go get the beer, I’m going to stay here and enjoy the rain. Also bring a bar of soap when you come back.’ The thought of the soap and her using it brought new, exciting, ideas to my mind. I got a couple of beers and found a fresh cake of soap in the supply. She popped out and hugged and kissed me.She said, “Evan, it’s good to see you. Let me back out and you pull into my place. If there’s any weather, you will be undercover.”“Thanks. That’s one thing I look forward to at my new place. I can park undercover. I will be able to leave the top down more.”She pulled out behind where her mother parked. I pulled into her place with my car. I got out and popped the trunk open grabbing my case and walking it to the back of her SUV. I loaded it beside her. We flirted with fame and instead we found scandal.’ ‘It’s all the fault of the fucking American media!’ Judy sniffed. ‘They’ve fucking had it in for us ever since we arrived in this shit-arse country.’ Of all of us, Judy Dildo was the one most likely to agree with Polly Tarantella’s thesis that Crystal Passion was the victim of a grand conspiracy. Most of us blamed our misfortune more on the outcome of a series of unfortunate events. And this is ironic given that Polly portrays Judy as the.