Chapter 8

SOMEHOW THEY GOT through the rest of April and the month of May. Noah’s senior recital had been very nearly flawlessly sung, as far as Tom could tell, and they were looking forward to a summer of respite from classes before the fall term began. The only items on their summer agenda so far were his performance in Boston and two performances in Florida. They even managed to find some time during the first two weeks of June to make use of the new privacy fence and lay in the sun a few times. Bobby and Chad had joined them on one such occasion.

Their plane touched down at Logan Airport on the Tuesday morning before the scheduled performance, and Henry was waiting for them at the gate. As they shook hands, Tom said, “Where’s William?”

“Waiting in the car for me to let him know we’re ready,” Henry said. “He’s parked where he can pull up in front of the terminal a few minutes after I call. Do you have any checked bags?”