appear.
When he didnât, they turned back to Paul.
Paul turned to Celeste. âAre you ready for our first practice together?â
Celeste nodded. âIâve been thinking about it all day. Iâm really looking forward to it, but Adrian might not be. This will be his third time practicing the same selection of songs in as many days. I hope he doesnât find it too boring.â
Randy snickered. âWeâre talking about Adrian, arenât we?â
The other two snickered as well. Celeste didnât know what was so funny.
Paulâs grin straightened. âWe should probably explain. Because heâs an accountant, we tease Adrian constantly about his boring job. Repetition doesnât bother him. Itâs just the way he is. But I guess you already know that.â
âActually, I havenât known Adrian very long.â Yet, in that short time, she couldnât help but like him. She wanted to get to know him better, but at the same time, the thought scared her to death.
Paul set his burger down and began to nibble on his fries. âI wonder if seeing you playing the piano reminds Adrian of when he was a kid. He took lessons for a while when we were in elementary school. That was one thing he could never master. Usually kids quit on their own, but Adrian wouldnât give up. He just kept plugging along until finally his mother couldnât stand it anymore and suggested that he try something else.â
âAdrian told me that you all grew up together, right here in this neighborhood.â
Randy nodded. âYeah. Weâve been friends since we were kids. Through thick and thin. We watch out for each other, but especially for Adrian.â Randy paused, and his voice lowered. âSometimes people tend to take advantage of him.â
Celeste swirled a fry in a blob of ketchup. She could certainly understand how that could happen. Heâd been helpful to her in so many ways. Everything his friends said about Adrian confirmed that he was as good a man as her heart told her he was. She also had no doubt that he really did call his mother as often as his phone bill indicated.
Heâd even arranged an extra practice, just for her on Friday night, when everyone else should have had other, more interesting things to do. âI know what you mean. I feel like Iâm taking advantage of him already.â
All movement at their table stopped. Without looking, she knew they were all watching her. She refused to make eye contact. Instead, she began concentrating intently on the blob of ketchup, not raising her head as she spoke. âI mean with the worship team, and the extra practice. Heâs also offered to help me get acquainted with the neighborhood.â
A silence hung in the air. Bob was the first to speak. âThatâs right. I remember now. Thatâs why he was late on Wednesday. Youâd been shopping together. Adrian said he forgot we moved the practice to an earlier time than usual, which was really strange. Itâs a good thing Paul has a key.â
A wave of guilt passed through her. Sheâd felt bad enough about making Adrian late, but Bobâs reminder made her feel even worse. âIâm really sorry about that. He never said he had plans.â
Bob smiled gently. âDonât worry about it. If he hadnât forgotten his stuff, then you wouldnât have come over, and we never would have known that you play piano. And quite well, too. Iâve always believed in Godâs timing.â
She still wasnât so sure of the timing being from God. Being able to play well didnât seem to be the major criterion for being on their team. Still, the timing was good because she now had the opportunity to use her talents to serve God, which was infinitely better than what she was doing with them before.
Bob clasped his hands, rested them on the table, and leaned forward. âAfter you left the other night we
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