Chapter 42

“Yes, Mom, I did meet a man, but he lives in California so it probably won’t go anywhere.” At least she’ll think I tried.

“That’s too bad, dear. Oh! Shirley Collins found a picture that looked just like you in one of those grocery-store newspapers. I told her it couldn’t be you, that woman was dancing with that Wilson somebody from that TV show. How could that be you? But it looked so much like you; I can see why she thought it.

“Yes, I saw that picture, too.”

“Didn’t it look like you?”

Okay, here goes. “Actually, Mom. It was me. Wilson Potter is the man I met.”

“He is?”

“Yes, you should tell Mrs. Collins she wasn’t imagining things.”

“Good heavens, Sweetheart! What is happening to you? You go off to play your cello and you end up in magazines and newspapers? And you’re dating a TV star? I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, I have to go. I’m having company.”

“Another TV star?”

“No, Mom, just a friend. She’s coming over to look at the photos they took today. I’ll send some to you.”