I PULLED UP outside Michelle's hotel. "You working tonight?" she asked.
"No."
"Take me to the Cellar."
"Who's playing?"
"Who cares? If we don't like it we can split."
"Okay," I said, turning the wheel to slip back into traffic.
"Hold it! Where're you going?"
"You said…"
"Honey, I've been in a junkyard. Park this car, wait downstairs in the bar. I'll be changed in a minute."
Right.