Andy slashed his hand across the strings, making them scream.
“Run!” he shouted. “Jake, you better run away — and forget you knew Sylvia!”
He felt that last bit take, just before Jake jumped like he’d been poked with a hot wire. A harsh gasp, near enough to a scream, got loose from him, and his slick-soled shoes scraped the sidewalk as he sprang into a run, up Milliken, back toward the lights of Archers Avenue.
Andy watched until Jake was just one more silhouette among the many up on the Avenue. Then, he walked over to the bench and put his guitar away in its case.
He stood for a little while, then, shivering; the breeze off the ocean having gone from chilly to cold.
“Shows what comes of dealing with folks from Away,” he said, to nobody in particular.
He sighed, and slung the case over his shoulder, looking toward home.
Midnight, he thought. The Big Band would be finishing up its last set real soon, and the jam session’d be warming up. He wanted voices around him, and music, that was what.
Tonight now, he thought, moving slow toward Archer Avenue. Tonight, he’d learn to play the Blues
-Վազի՛ր,-գոռաց նա,-Ջեյք դու ավելի լավ է փախչես, մոռացի՛ր, որ դու ճանաչել էս Սիլվիային։
Վարդուհի Սուլթանյան 