“Someone else’s work, eventually.”

“Someone else’s work might be ugly.”

“Then we’ll charge them for the wall space.”

He laughed and handed me the last cable.

The empty wall looked unfinished, but I left it that way.

A room built for music did not need to look as though the music had already happened.

At the desk I opened the notebook where I kept session times, payments, and repairs.

A new client had written his phone number on the back of a receipt, and I copied it into the book.