They would smile when she was singing, in that staged artificial smile. What color shirt do you want?”
“Black.”
“But of course.”
Terry tossed him a cotton T-shirt printed with the Whirling Disc logo-a little long-haired man who looked like a hippie version of the man on the Monopoly game, twirling a record on the end of his candy-striped cane- and pointed him down the hall to the bathroom!