Music in the Night (Logan 4)

"Boys are just . . boys!" I cried and got up. I

tried running down the sandhill, but sand has a way of

giving and I know I looked clumsy and foolish, nearly

losing my balance as I hurried back to the house. All that day I found myself bursting into tears

for no apparent reason or warning. I tried to hide my

face and spent most of my time alone in my room

under the guise of studying for finals. The truth was

my eyes just floated over the pages of my notes, my

mind not grasping any of the lessons. Robert called,

but I kept our conversation short and I heard the

unhappiness in his voice when I ended the call. I returned to my room and my mind once again

returned to the night before.

Why? I demanded of my annoying conscience,

why should I feel any guilt? I love Robert and I

believe he loves me. What we did all people who are

in love do.

But other people wait until the proper time,

until they are blessed and until they swear their love

and loyalty before God in a church, my conscience, in

Daddy's voice, replied.

No. I shook my head. Love is what's holy, not

words pronounced by a priest. Love, pure and simple. Is it love? Can you be so sure, so positive? Will

you be in love like this next year? Will Robert? Yes, yes, yes, I shouted in my thoughts. Suddenly there was a gentle knock on my door.

I quickly wiped away my tears with the back of my

hand.

"Who is it?"

Cary opened the door and leaned in.

"Laura, if Ive done anything or said anything

to hurt your feelings today, I'm sorry," he said. "I just

wanted you to know that before you went to sleep." "You didn't," I said. "But thanks."