Eventually, Cal managed to answer him.“Yes, of course it’s my favourite piece, why?”“Sing it for me now,” Jonas said.“Without music?” sh... asked, “and no backing?”“We have backing,” Margarete replied, “and you don’t need music.”“But I do,” she protested.“Cal, what are you going to do when you’re the Prima Donna Assoluta at one of the world’s great opera houses. Walk on stage reading from a score. You know the piece.”“All right, I’ll sing it for you,” she conceded finally, “but it won’t be any. " I replied honestly. I waited for her to respond. When she just smiled, I changed the subject. "Are you a wanted criminal?" I asked."Lord no," she replied with a strange look."In witness protection or on the run from some dangerous drug cartel?" I asked smiling."You are kidding right?" she asked with one of those things that could have been a conspirator's smile."Yeah sort of," I admitted. "You know that I have a rather colorful past?" So I have been told," she admitted."Some idiots want to. You could also find a rathertreacherous path or two that led down the cliff to some more secludedledges for sitting and watching. This all amounted to the local"Lover's Lane" in the evenings. I, however, was a daytime watcher, andso was an older man who seemed to enjoy watching me more than theriver!He was about 35 years old, or maybe a year or two younger when we met.He worked a night shift, and sometimes spent the afternoon sitting onthe wall, and watching the river like I did after school. I. . can you handle it?" With what I have already done, I should be able to," he said without much confidence."But these are all older women, your mother's contemporaries. I'm in your generation. I'm a potential mate, in the strictest sense. Will your ego let me in on some extremely intimate things?" I decided to go ahead with this, and I'm not going to back out. I can do it." Prove it," she challenged.When he just sat and stared at her, she went on in a softer tone. "Look, Dan, from a sexual.