Music in the Night (Logan 4)

tried smiling at her, but she turned and looked at Cary,

her eyebrows raising as she gazed at me again. She

didn't see us argue often.

"We'll talk about it later," I said.

"There's nothing to talk about," Cary retorted. "Why did you follow us?"

"Why?" He shook his head. "I went to the

dance to see what it was like and then, when I saw

you two leave early, I just knew I had better keep my

eye on you. Lucky for you, I did. I can't believe you

have the nerve to question me. If it weren't for me,

you wouldn't have made it home in time for curfew." "You've got to let me--"

"Let you what, Laura? Go on. What?" "Grow up," I said.

He stared, blinking rapidly, and then turned to

the ocean again.

"I appreciate your concern, but I need my

space, too, Cary."

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth.

He spun around and glared at the house, his

anger spilling over like water boiling out of a pot. "I

don't know why we have to wait around for them to

stop gossiping. I'm hungry. We hardly had anything

for breakfast this morning."

"So, go tell-Grandma," I challenged.

He pounded up the steps to the door, nearly

ripping it off the hinges when he pulled it open. May

tugged on my hand and started to sign her questions. "Cary's hungry," I explained. "He wants to see

how much longer before we eat."

She stared after him and then glanced at me, her

suspicious eyes small and troubled. I lowered my

shoulders in defeat. Why did my most wonderful, new