"How is he?"
"Going with his boots on. Just before I left, he gave me a drink from his stash of Laphroiag in the barn. We had a country music toast. 'Younger women, faster horses, older whiskey, and more money,' he said. I asked him if 'children, old dogs, and watermelon wine' wouldn't cut it."
"Tom T. Hall songs," Morgan said.
"Right. My father just laughed. I think he was trying to tell me something but didn't know how."
"Hard to communicate at this point, I suppose," Morgan said. "What's next?"
"Drive out and see Kate. Me and Batman—he's riding on the dash." Joe gave Morgan the cassette from the Weston Priory. "Try this some stormy night."
"O.K.," Morgan said. "The damnedest thing . . . I bought a tape of Chesapeake Bay sea chanteys a while back. One of the voices was familiar. I looked on the picture of the group and there was Jason! I hadn't even noticed."
"Best banjo player I ever heard," Joe said. "He disappeared into the world of big biz. What a waste. I thought he'd given up on music."
"Why don't you take it? I'll pick up another."
" Good deal, a trade. So, how's Daisy doing? I was thinking of dropping in and saying hello."