Logan called this morning. He sounded almost out of breath at first, a little tentative, but he said everything was going fine. He said he’d had a good day. They’d checked out the hall and the piano in the morning and did a sound test for the engineers. Then Sebastian got them some motor scooters and they zipped around the city. He said by mistake he turned into a plaza, no vehicles allowed, but he managed to get out without getting a ticket or getting thrown in jail. Then they zoomed out into the country. He said the scenery was spectacular. He said some places it probably was the same as five hundred years ago. I told him I wished I could have been with him on the scooter and he said yeah that would have been good. “It wouldn’t have been too crowded?” I teased him, “with you and your little Dolly.” “Oh yeah, my Dolly,” he said. “Is her name Molly?” I teased. “Molly the Dolly.” “Yes, Molly the Dolly.”