Patron of The Arts

“Whoa, Navarre, how did that grab you!” Drin looks up and his automatic politician’s smile becomes genuine. “You were absolutely right, Engerman, it’s a very nice little orchestra. I’ve got to thank you for the ticket– a truly delightful evening!” “Soothe the savage beast, don’t it? I’m telling you, these …

Stress Fractures

“Stress fractures,” Bud Innes pronounces. His twinkling eyes belie the solemn portentousness of the words. “Oh?” Drin says encouragingly. “All these blow-ups and upsets, small wars… They keep the greater mass from self-destructing, you understand. The First Violist was expecting to take the lead political place, telling the second violin …

The Back Room

There’s half-heard sound, coming out of the backstage hallway. It raises Drin’s hackles and sends adrenalin shrilling through his bloodstream, a vocalization of pain and fright that brings him to his feet before his conscious mind even understands what it is that he heard. He drops the accordion file of …