Chapter 48

“Lee, get moving,” said her mother. “It’s ten.”

Jane didn’t wait for a reply and for this Jennalee was grateful. She decided Chopin would rescue her, so she put on a sleeveless white blouse with a navy collar and navy capris but kept on her pink sandals. She let her hair down, brushed it, and was out the door.

Sutherlands crowded the entrance to the Oak Room so she had to slip in around the edge. “Lee,” said Kendall Sutherland, whose head popped up beyond the throng.

“Hi, Kendall,” she said as she broke free of the glut and headed toward the piano.

Soon as she was on the bench, Marian Sutherland was at her side. “This is so good of you, my dear, just a delight. You played so well last night. Everyone was quite impressed and I’m sure you’ll do fine now. Nothing too bold. Your father said you do Chopin. I don’t know him, but trust he’s calming.”

“He can be. I’ll play the Nocturnes.”