The song of Solomon

4.

Right after the meeting with Emilia Ray drives back to the bar. He walked upstairs humming and whistling and knock on Alfred's door. "I know you're in there, open up!" He called from outside.

He opened the door with glasses on his nose and rumbled something under his breath and walked back to the piano, writing something on the sheets. "I hate, when somebody interrupts me, when it ain't fuckin' urgent, Ray," he said, what he already knew. "Are ya dyin'? Nah. Ya sick? Nah. Then what ya want?"

"I wanted to ask for a favour.." Ray shouted from the kitchen that he went straight to grab a glass of water. He came back to the sitting room and gave a look on his sheets. "What are you working on?" He asked.

"New song," he answered, lost in his head, only gestured Ray to come peek on sheets, that he was writing. "This upbeat might be too much tho," he frowned over his own work and made small comment there. "What favour, Ray?"

Looking at the sheets he murmured. "Someone wants to have few piano lessons.." he cleaned his throat. "Tomorrow evening actually." He adds. "Well i mean i guess here is your bridge so you need something lower.. like one or two beats lower. Didn't knew you're writing again." He grins.

"I'm writing, when I get inspiration. I heard a conversation of two people yesterday and in the evening I started with this," he said and took off his glasses. "Since when I give piano lessons?"

"Since tomorrow." He smirked and settled down on the couch. "But please tell me about this inspirational conversation."

"Two women in the park. The one told her about her husband, who's laying in the hospital," he spoke turning to see the sheet. "And that second into that moment of melancholy said... Well at least you can watch your favourite tv show without being interrupted," he snorted. "I felt that. If she wasn't like 80, I'd take her home," he sniggered and turned to Ray again. "Who's the person?"

"Why I'm even asking?" Ray sighed shaking his head. "Well a very good friend of mine asked me for you to help her friend on that. Starter..i think never touched a piano before.." then he narrow his eyes slightly looking at the piano and pondering. "I'm not entirely sure about the touching but it's a rookie."

"Seriously? Ya think, I'm the best person to teach somebody like this? I ain't patient for that, mate," he frowned, taking off glasses.

"Oh come on. It's for few days only." Ray waved his hand carelessly. "Besides she is such calm and relaxed person you'll be fine."

Alfie frowned and sighed deeply. "I hate ya," he murmured, turning to his piano again.

"In Solomons language means i love you.. thank you Raymond for being a good friend." He teased with a wide grin. "Now let's go back to you." He clean his throat. "Why you disappear like that after the shows?" He cocks a brow. "You're hiding anyone here?"

"Yeah, she's on the bedroom, so don't wake her up," he answered casually.

"Funny." He switched his nose. "So be there around eight tomorrow ok?"

Alfie turned to see him and narrowed his eyes. "Ya don't believe me? Go, take a look, but be fuckin' quiet," he gestured him.

Ray widen his eyes slightly and turn immediately went to see. In this case he had to cancel all this but once he looked into the bedroom he sank his shoulders looking at the small thing spread on his bed. "Your new wife looks lovely and hairy. " He snorted.

"She does, yeh," Alfie snorted and went beside him. "I found that littl' thing in a trash, mate. I went to throw away trash and I found her in a bin. Some fucker would let it crash in dustcart. She howls, when I play Mozart, fuckin' adorable that thing, yeh," he sniggered.