“Yes, of course it’s my favourite piece, why?”“Sing it for me now,” Jonas said.“Without music?” she asked, “and no backing?”“We ha...e 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 good. Can I listen to the backing. Although I could not see, I did notice the charge of electricity that caused the fine hairs on my arms to stand on end. I had never felt such a strong reaction to anything or anyone. The feelings intensified when a voice broke the silence."What can I do for you?" The tone was far from friendly despite being feminine. I heard a movement and a click and I guessed that she had moved inside the room, shutting out the noise from the corridor, as she did so. All of a sudden I felt afraid, but of what. She had no idea what it would really be like but the mental image did wonders.As soon as she walked in the door, her phone buzzed with a text message. She checked it and saw her mom had sent her a message. "Weird timing," Kelly said to herself. "Mom! I'm home!" she called out to the house. There was no response, which was strange. Usually at this time of day on a Saturday her mother was having a cocktail and reading a book in the kitchen. When she opened the message from her mom, she saw that. I rumbled across the valley until I saw signs saying I was following Santa Rosa Creek, and then I began looking for a place to park the bike for the night. I passed a building with a sign that said 'Hillside Inn', but kept going until I got to a place called the Flamingo One Stop Shopping Center. There was an IHOP there, so I walked in and smiled at the young lady at the register."Hi, I was wondering if you could help me?" I asked."What can I help you with," she asked with a smile. She was a.