Music in the Night (Logan 4)

of Robert, but I was always on pins and needles when

talk turned to tourists and the effects they had on our

town. It was a subject Cary and Robert would have to

agree not to agree about.

That afternoon, Cary joined Robert and me in

the cafeteria for lunch. Robert asked him some

questions about boats and Cary talked right through

the warning bell. Every once in a while, Robert

glanced at me, his eyes wide with surprise. I simply

sat there, holding my breath, afraid that if I uttered a

word or moved a muscle; I might break the magic

spell.

But it didn't break. On the way home from

school that day, Cary offered that he might have been

wrong about Robert.

"Maybe it's because he's not from around here,"

he said. "At least he doesn't follow Adam Jackson and

that crowd. He asked me to give him some sailing

lessons. Maybe this coming weekend," he thought

aloud.

I bit down on my lip and nodded. I felt like

someone tiptoeing over a floor of fragile glass, afraid

that if I stepped down a little too hard, it would all

crack, shatter and break around me.

"You can come along, too, if you want," he

said. "That sounds like fun, Cary."

"We'll wait and see how the weather is. As for

it being fun, that will depend on how good a student

he is."

"Robert said he definitely could get away from