"Really?"
"Sure," he said. "That's the fastest way to get
her to understand."
"Shouldn't we tell Mrs. Westington first?" "We'll do it after so she doesn't worry about it,"
he said. "For now it will be our little secret. I'm
curious about it myself. I want to see how good you
are as a performer."
"I wasn't the performer. It was my uncle." "But you said you were part of the show and
knew how to do same of the tricks. That will help
relax Echo. too."
"Okay." I said, although if there was one thing I
had already learned in my short lifetime, it was that
keeping secrets from people you loved and respected
was a recipe for trouble.
"Good. Let's go."
"Now?" I asked.
"It's as good a time as any and everyone deserves a break from work, especially if you consider
how intensely we go at it," he said.
He turned to Echo and signed quickly,
explaining what he wanted us to do. She looked
pleased.
"What did you tell her?" I asked.
"Just that you were going to put on a show for
us in the motor home and surprise us."
This was all happening so fast and seemed too
good to be true. The three of us getting along so well
was a hope and a dream. Shell-shocked from one
disappointment after another. I was still nervous and
skeptical. How radically Tyler's attitude toward me
had changed.