Heartsong (Logan 2)

anticipation.

"Yes."

"And?"

"His father threw a fit, telling him it was family

tradition to be a fisherman and a cranberry farmer and

he had to continue."

"Horse's ass," Kenneth said.

"Cary will do it. Some day," I said firmly.

Kenneth stared at me, a softness in his eyes. "You like him a lot, don't you?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Romantically?"

I nodded, sensing Kenneth wouldn't judge me

for my relationship with Cary.

"Not your first boyfriend, is he?" he asked. He

was sounding more like my father now, a father who

hadn't seen his daughter growing up.

"No, but he's the most . . ."

"Serious?"

I nodded again and sipped my tea.

"Don't give your heart away too quickly,

Melody. It's the most precious gift you can give any

man," he advised.

"I won't be like my mother, if that's what you

mean," I said sharply.

He smiled.

"Good," he said. "That's good."

We returned to work. Kenneth put more detail

into his drawing. He explained that he intended to do

at least a half dozen of these pictures, each taking the

metamorphosis to another stage so that it would be