“By the way, are you free this weekend?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“A local quintet needs a pianist. They’re playing Dvorák or something this Saturday.”
“Aunt Margot mentioned it to me.”
“Oh, okay. So are you doing it?”
“I guess.” I don’t have anything better to do this weekend now…and it’d be a shame to cancel the concert when I can help make it happen. Besides, it’ll be something to keep me busy and not obsess about Tony every minute until he returns.
After the breakfast, I go find Aunt Margot. She’s in the library, reading, and elegant as usual in a pale pink dress.
“About the quintet you mentioned yesterday,” I begin, my voice stiff. “If they haven’t found anyone yet, I’ll do it.”
“You aren’t going with Tony out to L.A.?” she asks, her expression unreadable.
“No.”
“Did you have a fight?”
Is there a hint of glee in her eyes? I can’t tell for sure. Still, the muscles in my jaw and neck tighten. “I decided it’d be better if he sees his friend alone.”
Her gaze drops to my pendant, then back to my face. “I see. Well, I hope things work out.”
Despite the gracious words, I know she wishes for anything but.