He shrugged.
"You can take the kid out of rock and roll, but
you can't take rock and roll out of the kid."
My smile turned into a laugh,
"Okay?"
"Yes," I said. "It's fine."
A moment later I saw Mrs. Bogart look in on
us. The music had drawn her back. Austin saw her.
too. She glared a moment, smirked, shook her head
and walked away.
"Maybe she's not a rock music fan," he said. I laughed.
"Hardly."
He started me on rotating my neck muscles and
he worked me down my body until we reached the
places I couldn't move and then he leaned over me
and gently, gracefully began to rotate them himself. He started to sing along with the music and I
groaned.
"Okay, okay," he said. "Now you know why
I'm a therapist and not a rock star."
"Did Aunt Victoria meet you?" I asked him,
suddenly very curious about this whole arrangement. "Who's your Aunt Victoria? I just was given
my assignment and showed up."
"She prides herself on being right about every
decision she makes. She was told you were the best in
your company. The owner told her so himself." He leaned forward until he was only inches
from my face and he winked.
"My uncle owns it," he said. Then he laughed. I did too. I laughed so hard those familiar tears
came again. only this time. I didn't seem to mind
them.
Not at all.