Chapter 51

“Thank you, Miss Preece,” said Wesley. “That was a real treat.”

“You’re welcome, and please call me Lee. I’m happy you like Mozart. Maybe I should try some Johnny Cash.”

Marian Sutherland, having regained her composure and settled at a table with some others, freed Jane and Gerald, who came over to their daughter. Jane gave her a big hug. “You were wonderful,” she gushed. “You arewonderful.”

Jennalee hugged her back. Had Chopin rescued her, too? “Do I have to do anything else?” she asked.

“Nope. You’re free. Why? Do you have plans?” Jane asked.

Jennalee shrugged. “I just want to find Harley. He didn’t show for brunch when he said he would.”

Jane looked at Gerald, who appeared exhausted by brunch events. No more was said, though Jane did offer the tentative smile parents of precocious teens exhibit when forcing trust. “Have fun,” she managed.

“Dad?” Jennalee said.

He had already turned to leave, raising his hand in a wave as he left.