Chapter 11

Then the waiter turned to me.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, “I haven’t even opened the menu.”

“She’ll have the same as me,” Car said before I could look inside the large white folder. 4

That night, my cello and I arrived at the museum about twenty minutes before we were to start. I sat and tuned my instrument until all the others had arrived.

“You’ll have to find another cellist for a few weeks,” I announced as we prepared to play. “I’m going on vacation.”

“Where are you going?” the violist, John, asked.

“St. Lucia,” was my answer.

“Whoa!” the first violinist, and leader of the quartet, Cheryl exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were that rich.”

I smiled. “I’m going with a friend.”

“Then he must be rich, A lot of famous people go there on vacation,” John added. I just smiled at them. We started to play some Haydn.

I glanced up once between pieces to see Car standing there with a wineglass in her hand, watching me. I smiled as we began some Beethoven.