Chapter 21

As I approached Car, she held her hand out to pull me closer.

“This is Chris,” she told the three people she’d been talking to. She wrapped her arm through mine.

They each held out his or her hand and introduced themselves.

“Chris is a wonderful cellist,” Car continued.

“Not wonderful enough, I’m afraid,” I said, bowing my head a bit in embarrassment.

“She doesn’t give herself enough credit.”

I had to grin at her flattery.

“Car gives me more credit than I warrant, I’m afraid,” I told them.

“Do you play with an orchestra?” the older woman asked. I think she said her name was Elizabeth White. That name had seemed familiar.

“Right now I play with the Wind Star String Quartet.”

“Wind Star? At the City Museum?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“I’ve heard you play!” she exclaimed. “In fact, I was at that concert you did in Boston a few months ago. That quartet is very good! I’m surprised I didn’t recognize you.”

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.