A Second Enchanted Evening
Mary E. Lowd
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Copyright © 2012 by Mary E. Lowd
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"You won't regret this," repeated in Bomani's head over and over again as he made the distance from parked car to back alley door. The bulk of the bass speaker bounced with his pace, and he shifted its weight as he neared the coffee bar's back entrance. Cradling the speaker between his chest and left arm, Bomani used his right arm to grab the door. He pulled hard, and the heavy gray-metal door swung far enough that he got his back to it before it slammed shut again. The door hit hard, square on his back, but this was his last trip, so Bomani didn't mind.
"You won't regret this," continued echoing in Bomani's head as he untangled the great length of black power cords and audio cables. Every minute or two, he looked over his shoulder expecting Kenny to be there. It was Kenny's coffee bar, for heaven's sake, shouldn't he be there? What the hell. Bomani would thank him later.
The audio hookups had Bomani completely engrossed, his head bent over them in concentration, when his wife Minerva arrived. She placed her hand on the back of his neck. "I got your message to meet you here. I guess Kenny went for the offer."