Music in the Night (Logan 4)

death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace . .

."

My throat closed and I had to stop, pretending

to be choking on something I had nibbled before we

sat at the table. I drank some water and Cary scooped up the Bible and completed the reading for me. Daddy

looked at me with troubled eyes.

"Are you all right, Laura?" Mommy asked. "Yes, Mommy."

"Maybe you're working too hard on your

schoolwork," she said. "You should take a day off and

maybe go sailing or enjoy the beach."

"I'll see, Mommy," I said. "I'll be fine." Robert's letters kept coming, his pleading

growing more frantic as I continued to remain aloof in

school. He was absent on Thursday and, since Cary

was already eating with friends, I sat with Theresa

Patterson in the cafeteria.

"You look lost without Robert," she said.

"Where is he?"

"He's . . . I don't know. I guess he wasn't feeling

well this morning."

Theresa's dark eyes searched my face and then

she moved a little closer.

"There are a lot of girls who are jealous of you,

Laura. Most of them would steal him away if they

could. Can they?" she asked with a small smile on her

lips.

"I don't own him, Theresa. No one owns

anybody else," I replied.

She shook her head.

"That's not the right answer, Laura. You should

be a tiger when it comes to holding on to your man.