She couldn't see him smile, but she could hear it in his voice, and the grimace afterward like an awkward apology. It was not a tone she was completely unfamiliar with.
"Have you seen any signs? Newspapers?"
Xanadu could tolerate the musical jokes. It was much less embarrassing than being known as a fortune teller who failed to predict such an obvious turn in her own future. She might not survive the professional scandal.