With No One As Witness [antikvár]

Kimmo Thorne liked Dietrich best of all: the hair, the legs, the cigarette holder, the top hat and tails. She was what he called The Whole Blooming Package, and as far as he was concerned, she was second to nőne. Oh, he could do Garland if pressed. Minnelli was simple, and he was definitely getting better with Streisand. But given the choice - and he was generally given it, wasn't he? - he went with Dietrich. Sultry Marlene. His Number One girl. She could sing the crumbs out of a toaster, could Marlene, make no bloody mistake. So he held the pose at the end of the song not because it was necessary to the act but because he loved the look of the thing. The finale to Talling in Love Again' faded and he just kept standing there like a Marlene statue with one high-heeled foot on the seat of the chair and his cigarette holder between his fingers. The last note disappeared into silence and he remained for a five count - exulting in Marlene and in himself because she was good and he was good, he was damn damn good when it came down to it - before he altered his position. He switched off the karaoke machine then. He doffed his top hat and fluttered his tails. He bowed deeply to his audience of two. And Aunt Sal and Gran - ever loyal, they were - reacted appropriately as he'd known they would. Aunt Sally cried, 'Brilliant! Brilliant, lad!' Gran said, 'Tha's our boy all over. A hunnert percent talent, our Kimmo. Wait'il I send somé snaps to your mum and dad.' That would certainly bring them running, Kimmo thought sardonically. But he put his high-heeled foot on the chair once more, knowing Gran meant well, even if she was something of a dim bulb when it came to what she believed about his parents. Gran directed Aunt Sally to 'Move to the right. Get the boy's