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interested in who is going to have access to our living
room on Saturday nights and if you’re going to be seeing Pat, then we’ll have
to make up a schedule.”
    Sam laughed. “Pete, you’re something! Do you think I’m going
to be making out in our living room with Pat Weiss?”
    “It’s your house too.”
    “Pat has her own house.” Sam turned toward his room.
    “Aha! So you are going to be making out with Pat, but at her house! You fell for that one, Dad,”
Peter said.
    “You’re impossible. I’m going to bed,” Sam said, unable to
keep color from his cheeks.
    “I’ll bet you’re a real mover with older ladies,” Peter said,
laughing.
    “Goodnight, Peter,” Sam growled.

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
    Peter checked the window before sitting down to practice the
piano. Often he’d see Lara in her leotard stretching her legs at the barre.
    “What do you want to hear today,” he called to her.
    “How about Liebesträume first? Then Beethoven? The sonata you’ve been practicing?”
    It had hurt Peter to play the Liebesträume , Bianca’s song, the first time, but now he played it
for Lara every day. It became her piece.
    Sam offered to take Lara with him when he went birding. Even
though she couldn’t see the birds, she’d get out of the house, breathe fresh
air, sit in the sun and listen to bird songs. Peter volunteered to go along and
watch out for her while Sam looked for birds.
    “I don’t know, Pete. I don’t trust you with her.”
    “You think I’m going to seduce her in a field?” Peter asked,
raising his eyebrows.
    “Are you?”
    “Give me a little credit,” Peter replied, offended.
    “Credit for what?”
    “For thinking about something besides sex.”
    “Do you think about anything besides music, art and sex?”
    “I do.”
    “What, for example?” Sam stood with his hands on his hips.
    “Uh…uh…food! I think about food.”
    “Okay, okay. But if I see any funny stuff…”
    “What time do we leave?”
    “Six a.m.”
    “Oh my God!” Peter moaned.
    “You’re coming, you said so. Bring the breakfast, since you
spend so much time thinking about food,” Sam said smiling as he went to the
kitchen to start dinner.
     
    * * * *
     
    The next morning at five forty-five, a bright-eyed Sam loaded
tired and crabby Peter and Lara into his car and drove out to a prime bird-sighting
location. Peter spread a blanket down out of the way of Sam’s birds. He brought
out Danish and coffee. Then he took Lara’s hand and led her to the blanket. She
sat down cross-legged, took a Danish Peter offered and rejected the coffee.
    “No coffee?”
    “Too dangerous.” She tore off a piece of the cheese Danish
and put it in her mouth.
    “Dangerous?”
    “Too easy to spill on myself…it’s hot. I’ve already got burns
from trying to drink hot liquids.”
    “Tell me about yourself.” Peter changed the subject, sipping
his coffee.
    “What do you want to know?” Lara ripped off another piece of
her Danish.
    “Where did you grow up?”
    “My parents owned an apartment on the Upper West Side of
Manhattan. I went to private school where I studied ballet with my regular
courses.”
    “Do you like the city?”
    “It’s my home. When my parents were killed, I moved into a
small place of my own. I sold it after the attack. The apartment was trashed
too.”
    “Do you want to go back?”
    “I can’t do anything until my eyesight returns.” Lara moved
her hands over the grass tearing off little pieces.
    “Will it?” Peter tore his cherry Danish in half.
    “Dr. Weiss says it will. She said when I recover from the
trauma, I’ll be able to see again. I can’t wait.” She piled up the pieces of
grass on the blanket.
    “Will you go back to the city then?” Peter took a bite of his
Danish.
    “I can’t stay here. My future aunt made it clear she wants me
out as soon as possible,” she stated without self-pity.
    “What does your uncle say?”
    “Not much. He’s done a lot for