Chapter 36

At their table, Mrs. Foster said, “Noah, you were absolutely wonderful this afternoon. I had no idea what to expect when we sat down in that pew, and I certainly didn’t expect perfection, but it was exactly that.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Foster,” Noah said. “Tom’s been giving me lessons several times a week since last summer.”

“I certainly hope you intend to make a career of music,” she said, “and ‘Mrs. Foster’ sounds so formal. Why don’t you call me Cynthia?”

“I’m thinking about a career in music but haven’t quite decided,” Noah said. “And, I’ll try to remember to call you by name.”

“As for you, young man,” Mrs. Foster said, “why didn’t you tell me about your doctorate?”

“Mom, didn’t you hear what I said to John? I didn’t know about it. I wasn’t expecting to know anything until next week, and I still haven’t figured out how he knew.”

“Dr. Foster,” she said. “That has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?.”

“Speaking of rings,” Barbara said, “my artist’s observing eye has spotted something.”