"Well, I don't mean to interrupt," I said to the voices in my head, "But this IS cutting things pretty close."

I sat across from the Aubrey and waited for Lucky. She came up to the cafe with that same spring in her step, and sat across the table from me.
"How'd it go?" I asked
"Oh, not too bad, got most of it cleaned up, and because of my being such a weak female and all that, Billy let me have the weekend off on account of Ned..." she replied
"Well, that was nice of him."
"Yeah," grimaced Lucky, "He's a real saint."

The two of us chatted away, each with one eye on the front doors of the Aubrey, until we saw the golden mop of hair that was Condolezza Schwartz. She carried her guitar, and flipping her shawl over her shoulders, started walking towards McCurnin Park. Lucky and I got up, and followed close behind her.

McCurnin Park, on summer mornings like this, was usually filled to capacity with sun- worshipers, exercise freaks, and people on their way to work. Today was no exception. I held Lucky's hand, just for credibility, I told myself, but Condolezza was an easy tail, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to spot macramé in a jungle of spandex.
Condolezza spread her shawl under a tree, sat down, and got out her guitar. Lucky turned to me with an expression on her face akin to the one people have when they are holding the milk container and asking 'does this smell fresh to you?'.
"Quick, Blake...stop her before she kills again!!" Lucky giggled and pushed me towards Condolezza

Well, after a stumbling entrance like that, even Condolezza Schwartz couldn't have missed me. I reminded myself that Lucky needed a few lessons in quiet observation, as well as a few other things that wouldn't do to talk about in a family park, the waved slightly and walked over to Condolezza.
"Good morning Ms Schwartz." I started. "Beautiful day, isn't it?"
Condolezza gave me the hair flip again, what was that anyway? Then politely asked, "Why Mr. Madison, what are you doing here?
"Just my job, ma'am. Making sure that you stay in one piece, that's what you hired me for, isn't it?" I stood and waited while she tuned her guitar to what I can only imagine was some sort of key. Key of self, just like the album, and I stifled a laugh.

"Well, Mr. Madison, I am in one piece, so apparently you are doing you job." Condolezza sniffed up at me, "Now I came out here to be inspired, so I'll have to ask you, is there anything else?"
"Now that you mention it," I drawled, "There are a few things..."