“Justin’s a fiddler,” said Via. “He’s in a zydeco band.”
“What the heck is a zydeco band?” said Auggie, looking at me.
“It’s a type of music,” said Justin. “Like Creole music.”
“What’s Creole?” I said.
“You should tell people that’s a machine gun,” said Auggie. “Nobody would ever mess with you.”
“Ha, I guess you’re right,” Justin said, nodding and tucking his hair behind his ears. “Creole’s the
kind of music they play in Louisiana,” he said to me.