It was Gerry Mulligan with a nineteen-fifties piece that filled the room with familiar strains.
He plugged in a Coltrane disc and then a Gerry Mulligan and laid back to commiserate with the perfect sound of it all while he closed his eyes and pretended he was happy.
It was funny; he knew who blew horn with Coltrane, who played bass for Mulligan and even remembered the date Gerry's set was recorded—August 1955.
Gerry stayed outside his mindreading range up the beach, his movement stilled as he watched.
She squirmed, eyes flying to Gerry.