“Four days,” said Aaron.
“And I hear you are musical.”
“I play the flute—no more.”
“Ah, yes—but then you play it as an artist, not as an accomplishment.”
“But how do you know?” laughed Aaron.
“I was told so—and I believe it.”
“That's nice of you, anyhow—But you are a musician too.”
“Yes—we are both musicians—my wife and I.”
Manfredi looked at his wife. She flicked the ash off her cigarette.
“What sort?” said Aaron.