Seven bumper months of bliss followed for Juno. Obviously she became everybody’s favourite hostess. There wasn’t a night when some kind of session didn’t go down at the cool house on the beach, and most days the place was pretty happening, too. The beds were always taken, and there seemed to be a constant stream of penniless musicians washing up from all over the country who were happy with a patch of floor or a hammock on the rebuilt veranda. The fridge was never empty and glasses never dry. Juno’s cauldrons of mulled wine were famous. Winter in LA was hardly that, but she kept the fireplace in the parlour lit anyway. The grand piano saw serious action.

David was a permanent fixture. He rehearsed with the Beefeaters every day, at a place called the World Pacific Studios. They even got to release a single in October, for they had a record contract now. It didn’t go anywhere, which fazed nobody. But in spite of all this there was more than enough time for him and Juno to hang out together, stroll along the beach in Venice, sit in Barney’s Beanery and the Unicorn coffee house on the Strip or the Ash Grove club on Melrose. And obviously there was the Troub, which really seemed to become more like the centre of the world and its atmosphere more dense and lithe every day, and where David and Juno could be found nearly every night. And yes, the cupola had been found to crown the master bedroom. It had a sliding pane underneath that blocked out the sun in the daytime, but at night they could look at the stars. Afterwards.

Juno had to go back to Canada once, in early October. The need arose when Jackson, who clearly came along to the house reluctantly and more for the piano than anything else, asked to see her paintings. Juno feigned modesty that night, but David overheard the conversation and suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be an artist. She realized she would have to get some art from someplace.

The college in Calgary seemed as good a place as any, and if Juno was honest she had to admit that seeing what Joni Anderson was up to was a part of the attraction. So she paid a flying visit.