You don't say. Where would you two perform

your music?" Uncle Linden asked. "On television?" Heyden lit up and leaned forward.

"No, not right away. I'd love us to go on the road. There are hundreds of small places that would want an inexpensive but talented act like ours. We'd play for restaurants, nice bars. whatever. I know we can make a go of it and see a lot of this country at the same time. We would get all the experience we need. Mostly, we would get away for a while, a long while,"

he concluded.

"So you think you're that good. eh? People

would listen to you and hire you on the spot?" "Yes. I know we are that good." Heyden said

with steely determination in his eyes as he looked at

me. "My father's a musician. It's in my blood. I've

been around it long enough and heard and seen

singers and musicians who aren't half as good as we

are.

"Now, there's a confident young man." Uncle

Linden told me.

I smiled. "That he is. Uncle Linden."

"You should go for it. then. Take a chance. I

never did. and I sit here and regret it. All I can do now

is stare out this window and wonder." Uncle Linden

said. "Don't make my mistakes. Hannah. Seize the

opportunity, if you have it."

"We don't have it. Uncle Linden. We have

dreams."

"Well, that's a start." He thought a moment.

"Why don't you have it?" he asked Heyden.

"It takes money, lots of money. I had this idea

for us: We'd rent a motor home, you know, and we'd

go on the road. That way we would always have a

place to stay that wasn't some rat heap."

"Very interesting and very sensible," Uncle

Linden said. nodding. "I've never really been in one of

those, of course, but I imagine they can be

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