Music in the Night (Logan 4)

eyelids grew so heavy again, I couldn't keep them

open.

Sunlight burst into my room like a bird crashing

madly into the window. My eyes snapped open and I

sat up quickly. I had perspired so much during the

night, my nightgown was cold and wet. I pulled it off

my body quickly and went in to take a warm shower,

turning my face into the water and letting it pound on

my closed eyes and cheeks.

No one but Cary seemed to notice how quiet I

was at breakfast. Daddy was excited about a new

location he had discovered for lobster fishing and talk

of the day's work dominated the conversation. Every

once in a while, Cary glanced at me and I could see

from the way he studied me that he sensed something

was wrong. Every time his questioning gaze met mine I glanced away quickly. I was eager for everyone to finish eating so I could escape to the kitchen to help

Mommy clean up.

Cary poked his head through the kitchen

doorway just as Mommy and I were finishing. "I'm going over to the bog," he said, "if you and

May want to come along."

"Go ahead, dear," Mommy said. "We're almost

done."

"I know it's not as exciting as it used to be,"

Cary snapped. "Forget it."

"No!" I cried. He looked back, surprised. "I'd like to go, too. I'll get May."

We joined him outside and the three of us, just

as we used to, walked over the beach to our cranberry

bog. It was all in blossom and looked like a pale pink

ocean.

"Daddy says it will be a fair crop this year, but