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Old Friends – Page 6

“I’m glad you’re satisfied, I would have gone myself, but I couldn’t leave Laura alone.”

“I told you I could take care of myself!” Laura stated. “And besides, that’s what we’ve got Theresa around for!”

“I know that, dear.” Noah replied. “But I want to be here for you.”

“Well, I think we ought to leave this happy home and return to our own. I told Ann to call us at my house when she was done.” I told Tracy.

“I wonder what’s for lunch.”

“I don’t know. Let’s go find out.” I responded. We bid Noah and Laura farewell and went back to our house. Walking in the door, Ann called and said that she and the gang was going out and that she would be back late. We took off our jackets and put them in the closet. Karin had lunch all prepared.

“Marie called while you were gone, Adam.” Karin said.

“What did she want?” I asked.

“She just wanted to remind you that there was practice this afternoon for your Les Mis group.”

“I still don’t think that Marie should have me play this afternoon. I’m not ready.” I commented.

“Nonsense. You’ll do fine.” Tracy assured me.

“I’d feel a whole lot better if Tricia played. It’ll make me feel so weird if I have to play in front of her. She’s a very talent pianist.”

“Have a little faith in yourself. Have fun.”

The lunch past quickly. Kristin arrived home from school and asked if we would pick Katie up on our way to practice. I said that we would, and before long we were preparing to make our trek for our first practice. I drove over to Katie’s house to pick her up. She and Kristin giggled in the back, while Tracy and I talked about my return as Gangster Schofield.

“So, when do you think that you’ll make your next appearance?” Tracy asked.

“Why, doll?”

“Well… The sooner we go back, the sooner we get this case solved, and then we can get ready for our wedding. It’s only a couple months away, you know.”

“Believe me, I know. Don’t worry. I go back next week, unless Joel comes by first.”

“Right.” She said, as I pulled up to the place where we were practicing. I stopped the car, and the girls hopped out of the back and into the building. It was the school where Marie taught. She had gotten permission for us to use their auditorium until we could find another place.

“Hiya guys!” Marie said as we entered. The rest of the gang was there, and it looked like Marie was banging out the parts for the singers to hear.

“Woah. There are a lot of them.” I whispered to Tracy.

“Relax. They’re your friends.” She whispered back.

“Tracy, would you and Adam would take the duet on ‘On My Own?’” Marie asked.

Tracy looked at me and said, “Sure we would.”

“Okay. That takes care of the solos. Here’s what I think we’ll do: Adam, you take the soloists, one at a time, and work with them, while Tricia and I work with the choir.”

“Sure!” I turned to Tracy and whispered, “I’m a lot better with just one other person.”

She nodded, tossed her coat on a nearby chair, and took her place amongst the rest of the singers. I went with Carrie Bastidas, who was the first soloist, into the other room to practice. Carrie was as tall as I am, with long blond hair and blue eyes. She was very skinny and very pretty. We assumed our positions, me at the piano, and her at the other side. “So where do I start?” She asked, leaning over the upright. I pointed to a place in the music.