He heard Jordan’s praise, nodded in thanks, but it was the hesitant footsteps to his left that Ian sought. He felt more than heard Cole trundle up beside him, the smaller body brushing against him as though Cole was afraid of the instrument, yet too intrigued to stay away. It was a comforting thought that Cole found sanctity where he did, at Ian’s back, instead of merely hiding or shrinking behind Jordan.
Ian began to speak quietly, so that Cole would have to concentrate to hear it over the music. “Piano Concerto Number Twenty,” he said, as if Cole would understand him. “In D minor. Mozart.”
They were meaningless words to an eight-year-old but it was something to say anyway. “This is the second movement of the piece, the ‘Romanze’. I’m playing the piano as a solo right now, but the music was actually written to include the entire orchestra.”
To Ian’s shock, Cole began to climb on the piano bench beside him. From the corner of his eye, Ian saw Jordan rise.