Two people needed more than what my meager acoustic guitar could offer, especially when one of those people was Opal. I didn’t see any girls; I stopped hanging round the Village. I took an occasional call from Hizey, who was doing his own preparations, and I would ring Opal in Detroit, partly to feel assured that she was indeed coming and partly to remember the cadence of her voice. Sometimes she would speak to me and sometimes she wouldn’t.
