"You guys are amazing, you know that, don't you?" She dialed Tuni's number and counted the rings.
"Hello," Tuni's voice still had the rasp making her sound like a soprano Lurch.
"Hi Tuni, it's Marilyn. I'm taking courses at the University in Seattle. You up for supper?"
"Of course," Tuni said. "I was planning to call you myself, I bumped into a friend of yours."
"Where do you want to meet?"
"There's a nice little Indian buffet not far from the University." Tuni gave directions and they agreed on a time.
Marilyn walked to the restaurant with butterflies in her stomach. Waiting for the audition hadn't been as nerve wracking. How much had Tuni changed? What if she didn't care about Marilyn anymore? The breadth of Tuni's world took Marilyn's breath away. While Marilyn was struggling thro
