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I looked through my record albums, not happy with what I found. None of them had the one song I was looking for.
I called my brother Bryan.
“Good evening, Bryan. It’s—”
“Good evening, Portia. How are you?”
“I’m fine, thank you. And how are you?” I’d seen him just the other day, but Mother had impressed on us the necessity of the amenities.
“I’m as fine as I was on Tuesday.” He’d come to Arlington Hall to speak with Nigel, and really, how could my brothers think they could get up to something and not have me find out? For some reason they wanted me to date Nigel Mann. Fortunately for them, what they wanted and what I wanted was the same thing.
“I’m so pleased to hear this. Now that we have that out of the way, I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Ask away, little sister.”
“You have a very extensive record collection. Does ‘It Had to Be You’ happen to be on any of them?”
“Hmm. I believe Billie Holiday did a version of it.”
“Will you let me borrow it?”