He stands, paces—addressing the room, as if it were filled with spectators, as if it were an amphitheatre, a courtroom. “What are you sorry for?"...He asked, in control again. "Be specific.” And he turns to me, is still. Glaring. Smirking.He pulls out his knife. Karajan wants specifics.The thought of his hands and shoulders and his knife brings me closer.... “Karajan, I mean it. I love you! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”Karajan grabs my throat with with left hand and squeezes. ‘I just wanted to know where Beatrice is and how I can find her.’ ‘Those are both questions for which I don’t have an answer,’ said Vashti. ‘You’ll be pleased to know there is at least some area of ignorance we share. My hope was that I might find Beatrice here in your villa. In that I was obviously mistaken.’ ‘So what are you going to do now?’ ‘I don’t know, Paul,’ said Vashti with absolute honesty. ‘I don’t know what’s happening to the ship and what’s more I don’t know what’s happening to. Stacy stopped her chant and gave a hastened answer involving a loweredperception of reality in the room.Lacey nodded dumbly and refocused her attention to her brother, who wasnow by all accounts sitting even with Tom."What the hell!" Peter yelled in a slightly higher pitch voice. "This isbullshit."Tom glanced over at Peter and grinned. "I thought you were the best?" hesaid mockingly as his avatar tea bagged Peter's.Peter held up his hand, now adorned with pink frosted tips, and gave Tomthe. I went to sit with my girls. We had about 15 minutes before we went on. Amy was excitedly telling her Mom that the bass player was Tim, "yes, THAT Tim, Mom!"He actually walked over to our table, and I introduced him to everyone. Amy and Lucille both were wide eyed. I told Tim that they had heard one of our CDs, and were in love with his voice. He just did his "Aw Shucks" thing, which is not a put on, it's real. He is 2 years older than me, and looks 10 years younger than me.I told the girls to.