“It’s ok Rachael, the doctor said that the surgery went well and DW will be fine,” I hear Katy’s voice say.Then I hear Brittany say, “he jus... needs to sleep.”“Don’t cry Rachael, DW will be fine,” I hear Brook say.I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know how long I have been awake as I’m listening to the conversation going on in the room. I can hear Rachael crying, but I can’t move my lips to say anything.I finally get a squeak out as I hear Brook say, “he’s awake!” As I get a. Not many girls do, you know. You go ahead to the shop and try them on again to make sure and I’ll be there in a sec, ok? I need to make a quick call to Hong Kong.” They left the shop thanking the young attractive salesgirl Cindy for all her help and John pulled out his phone pretending to make a call. Bianca moved down the street three shops to go try on the pants again. After Bianca had disappeared into the other shop, John slipped back in and asked Cindy to wrap up the dress and to put it. He blinked a few times before he was finally able to open his eyes fully and he turned to the door when he saw Charlotte’s maid hurry into the room with a tray for breakfast and the morning paper. She set it on the table next to him and curtsied quickly before leaving the room. James was a little bewildered by the maid’s behavior, but he shrugged it off and took the paper. It was opened and an announcement was circled carefully several times. Now that must be the reason Charlotte had not. Only afterward, his smile loose along with the rest of him, did they eat.The musician we found in Harlem. The child of an old friend of my mother and me since I was a cherub in speakeasies, a talented jazz pianist and arranger, his son proved equally as talented. The father never had the big break his talent deserved, probably due to his staying in town, rarely touring. A musician's musician, he found a steady gig as an instructor at the School of Art and Music in Harlem. His son following in.