Music in the Night (Logan 4)

Chester, but that has been remedied. We don't need

something else to disgrace us and weaken our family's

reputation."

"Remedied? Your son has left the family. We're

not permitted to mention his name in your presence. I

don't understand all of it, Grandma. You never talk

about him, but don't you ever miss him?"

"He made a choice and one that is unfortunately

best for everyone," she said sternly. "I'm not here to

discuss the dead. I'm here to discuss you, the living." "The dead?"

"Laura," she said firmly, "do you understand

what I've been trying to tell you?"

"No, Grandma, I don't. I just met Robert. I like

him. He's been very nice to me and we had a

wonderful time at the school dance. I didn't agree to

marry him . . . yet," I said, and her eyebrows rose so

fast and so high, I thought they might leave her face. "You would never marry such a person," she

stated, her fear and anxiety deepening the lines in her

face.

"I don't judge people by their bank accounts,

Grandma," I said. I meant it as a matter of fact, but

she pulled her head back as if I had reached across the

gazebo and slapped her.

"I don't either, Laura. That's the point I'm trying

to make and the point you're missing. Many of these

so-called nouveaux riches are resort businesspeople.

They have money, but they don't have class or

reputation. They never will, no matter how fat their

bank accounts become."

"But . . . didn't you ever like anyone who wasn't