Music in the Night (Logan 4)

Grandma?" I asked nervously.

"We'll go out to the gazebo," she replied,

ignoring my question. "I need some air and a little

walk after that meal anyway," she said.

"It was a terrific brunch, Grandma."

"The coleslaw was rather bitter this time," she

complained. We left the house, walked down the

pathway to the gazebo, and sat on the bench. "Mommy and May should come out, too," I

said. "It's so beautiful, hardly a cloud in the sky." I gazed down the beach and saw the four men

walking, little puffs of smoke from Grandpa's and

Judge Childs's mouths caught and dissipated in the

breeze. Cary was a few steps behind the adults, his

head down.

"We'll send for them in a moment," Grandma

Olivia said. "Now that you are obviously becoming a

young woman with a woman's . . interests, I thought it

was time we had a little talk, Laura. I don't mean to

interfere, but I don't think your mother is prepared for

this sort of discussion," she added.

"What kind of a discussion is that, Grandma?" "A woman-to-woman discussion," she replied,

"where one woman has vast experience and wisdom

to give to another, younger woman. Although she

would have the same good intentions, your mother

doesn't have my background, my breeding. She's not

as aware of the dangers."

"Dangers?"

I stopped smiling and sat back. I suddenly felt

as if my wonderful brunch had all tightened into a

small, hard ball at the base of my stomach.

"I don't understand, Grandma. What dangers?" "You're interested in someone, I understand,