CHAPTER XX
"The Phantom was all the time talkin' shit to Christine 'bout the music of the night," Mutual nods of agreement; how to explain the rest of it? My new bunkmate[replacement unit for RAJAN] crouched on the bottom stringer at the bottom of the chain-link, lanced his gaze out towards where my shadow crossed the pavement and while addressing me as "old school" said, "I know what you are thinking." How could he? When I was sure that this man had spoken to me, I advanced a sure step towards his own space, whet my lips preparing to speak and paused another half second, to gather his total attention. I asked if he'd heard of this masked dude, and proceeded to classify the fictional French composer's utterances as shit-talk. Upon his admission of ignorance followed my explanation; that whenever this character wrote a letter to the managers in the theater, with his instructions RE:his private box, he signed his missives O.G.; opera ghost. My bun