"I haven't been to Dallas in a long time," she said. Andrew has left the stage with his baton. "Each corner in this building brings a new intersection of lines," I say. The brown-haired girl leans over the loge. She says, "How do you like the show so far? I think Mr. Hough can hit the keys really well." I say, "Afterwards we could drive up to Richardson." She rests her hand on her thigh. "Did you see that they rolled up the rug?" she asks. I reply, "Yes, it used to be here but people would trip on it." Making tracks on I-75. The traffic slows on the highway. I was driving north with the daughter of Mr. Adler. Did she know that they rolled up the rug?