Chapter 33: Musical brothers

Pointed out, in the two-candle power light, Elisabeth was unable to detect blatant fraternal similarities. In his twenties, as she assumed all the band members would be, Dean was dark-haired and running to thin. His voice would never earn him a place with the Australian Opera but he carried the tune well. There were plenty of appreciative listeners and they were obviously popular regulars. As they neared the stage Dean spotted Robert and stuck his thumb up. Robert raised his glass in acknowledgment. As they had done in the restaurant they occupied themselves looking around, the difference here being that they were forced against each other by the crowd. Robert had his free arm around her shoulders to shield her from the rougher excesses and she seemed not to mind. Or notice. Elisabeth stared around his shoulder at the noisy moving bodies, his arm warm across her back. The music died.