Music in the Night (Logan 4)

and you've actually gone out on a formal date with

this person?" she began, her eyes small, but fixed on

me with that same intensity that stopped laughter and

wiped smiles off faces.

"Oh," I said with some relief. "Yes. He's a very

nice young man. His name's--"

"I know his name," she said quickly. "I know of

his family and what they do. I know he's been to your

home for lunch and you went to the school dance with

him last night."

My eyes widened with surprise. I smiled at

Grandma Olivia's interest in my social life. She had never asked any questions about it before or cared whether I had gone to a school dance or not. I always thought that sort of thing wasn't significant enough to

matter to her.

"I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to tell you

about him, Grandma," I told her. Finally, she and I

would have a nice grandmother-granddaughter talk, I

thought, and imagined she wanted to tell me about her

own childhood romances.

"There isn't much that goes on in this town that

I don't know and there is nothing that involves my

family and the family name that I won't eventually

find out about," she declared. "I may not discuss it

with you, but I know how well you're doing in school

and how much your teachers like you. I know how

you are a great help to your mother, and how you've

been a respectful, obedient daughter. That's why I

think it's so important we have this conversation," she

continued.

I widened my smile and nodded.

"You're much too young to get deeply involved