Unfinished Symphony (Logan 3)

"So you see, dear, you don't have to spend any

more time chasing down this woman. Just relax and

enjoy your visit," Dorothy said.

Philip twisted the right corner of his mouth so

deeply it looked like his lips were made of pale pink

clay.

"It won't be something I can do overnight," he

muttered.

"That's all right. I'll still want to meet this

woman," I said.

"Philip thinks that might be dangerous." "I didn't say dangerous. I said unpleasant." "Well, that's practically the same thing,"

Dorothy insisted.

He put his spoon down and sat back. Alec

moved instantly to remove his soup bowl. I had barely

eaten half of my small portion and took two quick

spoonfuls when I felt Alec hovering over my

shoulder. Dorothy didn't dip her spoon into the cup

more than twice, but that seemed to be enough. A small dinner salad followed, accompanied by

the thinnest slices of bread, paper-thin slices that

crumbled in your fingers.

Our main course was veal medallions in a

lemon sauce, accompanied by string beans and

mashed potatoes with a flavor I couldn't recognize.

Everything was delicious, but as I ate, I noticed Dorothy watching me and recalled her warning about eating too much. I could have eaten more, but I

stopped.

Philip made little conversation but he was

interested in my description of the lobster fishing

business and the Cape Cod tourist business. He said

he had some clients interested in investing in a hotel

chain that serviced the Cape and he was not keen