Music in the Night (Logan 4)

home was kept immaculate, everything in its proper

place. As children, we were forbidden to wander in

the rooms and were terrified of touching anything. "Okay, Daddy," I said and folded my drawing

pad. I signed to May and she folded hers as well. As

we headed for the house, I thought this would be the

best and maybe only time I would get to call Robert. I

was sure he was on pins and needles, worrying about

what might have happened after I entered the house

last night.

Robert's mother answered.

"Oh hello," she said with enthusiasm, after I

had introduced myself. "From the way Robert's been

acting this morning, I'd say you and he had a

wonderful time last night. I have to say everything to

him twice," she added with a little laugh. I heard Robert complaining in the background. "I'd better

give him the phone before he throws a fit."

"Hi," he said. "My mother's in one of her

hilarious moods today."

"I can't wait to meet her," I said.

"I'll introduce you . . as long as you know she'll

say anything," he added in a voice meant for her ears.

He paused and then in a lower voice, asked how

things were.

"Everything's fine," I said. "My father was

waiting up and I could tell he was relieved that I made

it home before curfew. And Cary didn't say anything,"

I added, knowing he was waiting to hear about that

most of all.

"Your father was waiting up? I guess it would

have been disastrous if Cary hadn't come to the