Chapter 6

“Yeah,” Tom said. “I’ve always wanted to visit Boston. Just think, we’ll have our own personal tour guides.”

“Yeah, they made it clear that they love showing off their city, didn’t they?”

Their hands had begun to progress from cuddling to fondling, and further conversation became impossible. They swam laps in the hotel’s indoor pool the next morning, followed by a leisurely breakfast.

The afternoon practice session was little more than a run-through of the program, the only difference being that Dr. Morgan, the director of music, had returned from whatever crisis had called him away, and had taken Paul’s place as Tom’s advisor. The man made one or two suggestions regarding registration, which Tom gratefully accepted. When the last reverberation of the last note of the final piece faded away, Tom said, “I think that does it.”

“I agree,” Dr. Morgan said.

“Have you any idea what size crowd we’ll have tonight?” Tom said.