Unfinished Symphony (Logan 3)

"Thank you, but I don't know if be here all that

much longer."

"I bet the Livingstons wouldn't mind how long

you stayed. You should take advantage."

"I don't want to take advantage of their

hospitality," I said, "and besides, I have people

waiting for me back in Provincetown."

"People? You mean, a boyfriend?" he asked

with an impish glint in his eyes.

"Yes," I admitted.

"What's he do?"

"He takes care of his father's lobster fishing

boat right now and in the fall, he'll be harvesting

cranberries."

"Sounds . . . nice," Spike offered, but his head

was turned in a way that kept me from reading his

eyes. Did he mean it? Did he really have a longing for

something more substantial than acting or trying to be

an actor, or was he just humoring me?

"It is nice," I said defensively. He glanced at me

with a small smile on his lips.

"You're too young to cash in your chips and

settle down, Melody. Look out there. It's a big, wide

world to explore. There's so much to do and see." Our eyes met. If he wasn't being sincere, he was

a good actor after all, I thought.

"So what convinced you the woman wasn't your

mother?" he asked finally.

"She comes from the Midwest, Ohio, and she's

apparently a lot younger than my mother," I said. "But she looks like your mother in that

catalogue?" "A lot like her. Different hair color, but