“Because that’s the nickname you give a redhead,” I replied.He just shook his head, muttering how he would never understand how Aussies spoke.By...lunchtime we had decided to take ‘Space Truckin’ out of the list, and replace it with ‘Gloria’; we felt that made a better transition from the heavier rock into the soul pieces. We reworked some of the horn parts for ‘Midnight Hour’, to give it more punch. We broke for lunch; burgers and some refreshing cold beers in the beer garden of the Mona Vale. Chip said, “Good direction. Right at it.”Then he touched my back, “Turn around.”He pointed to the giant scoreboard I’d remembered from the games Walker and I attended. Even without all the flashing lights, bells, videos, it was impressive. Huge.Chip said, “Years ago, before I got here, the Royals were accused of stealing signs. Rumor was they had a guy inside the board.”Walker, “Catcher’s signs?”“Yeah, relaying it to our dugout. And a coach would signal our third base coach who would signal the. "Sorry," he apologized, "but you don't look... !" He broke off there and appeared to be even more embarrassed then previously."Like Sorcerers," Katie finished for him."How are we supposed to look?" Margie asked with a grin."Older, much older," he replied, uneasily."Would it help if we told you that we have looked like this for the past 160 years?" Katie asked."A ... a 160 years, you say!?" Feeney asked in shock."Yes, a 160 years," Margie reiterated. Mr. Feeney didn't know quite how to reply to. I guess you left early." I had... another matter I had to attend to," Laura said equivocally."Look, why don't you let me buy you a drink after work. Better yet, how about dinner. I have a table at Fleur de Lys that I can get any time. How about it? I'd love to wine and dine you."You'd like to wine and fuck me, Laura thought, raising one eyebrow. On the other hand, the guy was very handsome and rich and powerful. She had been ignoring her mild bisexual tendencies for quite a while now, though.