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Lincoln Center stop was one of them. CanтАЩt let the aesthetes and yuppies fry, after all.

Eric joined the stream of humanity descending the steps into the subway, whistling a Bach gigue to purge
his brain of any remaining taint of irritation with Professor Levoisier. There was nothing like Bach to rev
up the old right brain and let logic take over from emotion.
He let the flow of traffic take him along towards the turnstiles. Hey, itтАЩs Friday. IтАЩve got a whole
weekend in front of me, the sun is shining, nobody wants to kill me, and thereтАЩs not a single crisis
Underhill or Overhill that needs sorting out. That thought put a bounce in his step. Maeve had been
born and Kory and Beth were planning to bring her for a visit. If the weather held, maybe they could
make a run up Long Island and see how the other half lived. And if it didnтАЩt, well, if you couldnтАЩt find
something to do in New York on a weekend, you were in pretty sad shape.

And when they go back Underhill, if Ria isnтАЩt up to her sculpted eyebrows in Bizness, I might even
get her to go out with me to some New-York-Magazine-Approved event. So maybe I ought to have
a look for something she might not ordinarily go to. Not that RiaтАЩs actually a party animal at the
best of times. How could someone who looks like she looks be such a grind? ItтАЩs one of LifeтАЩs
Great Mysteries.

He turned his mind back to the question of finding something fun he could tease her into attending.
Anything musical was a good bet, but it would have to be both competent and something she wouldnтАЩt
have thought of for herтАФ

Something teased his ears as he passed the turnstile. A string instrumentтАФ

Banjo?

And a very, very familiar tune.

тАЩTis a gift to be simple, тАЩtis a gift to be free, тАЩtis a gift to come тАЩround where we ought to beтАФ

Someone was playing a banjo in the subway.

That wasnтАЩt all that unusual. Eric had heard everything from bagpipes to string quartets to old-fashioned
One Man Bands playing on subway platforms throughout the city. Busking was permitted in the New
York subway system and on the city streets as well, but it was a peculiar form of busking. You had to
have a license, and you only got the license by passing an audition.

It was a pretty good system, actually. The ears of the public werenтАЩt assaulted by talentless musicians,
licensing kept down the territory wars for the best spot, and the beat and transit cops werenтАЩt put on the
spot by having to bust a player who was doing the public a favor by being there. Eric didnтАЩt know all of
the licensed buskersтАФNew York was a bit bigger than any Faire pitch heтАЩd ever workedтАФbut he
thought he was familiar with most of the ones who set up near Lincoln Center on a regular basis and he
was sure that none of them played a banjo. The pleasantly jangling notes ricocheted off the echoing tile
walls of the subway, the echoes providing a depth and richness to the music that was the reason so many
musiciansтАФincluding EricтАФliked to play here. Something else teased his inner ear as well, as he
approached the platform.

Magic.

Nothing overwhelming, just a gentle little lilt, a Bardic lilt to the tune, something to tease a little money