As soon as they pulled into the driveway the new front door flew open. The kids came running out to engulf her in hugs, and she hugged them all back fervently.
"You should hear me on the drums, Aunt Bryn!" Brian told her. Adam, who had wedged his way into her arms andnow had a death grip about her neck, told her, "Key-tar!"
Lee laughed, plucking Adam away from Bryn despite his howl of protest.' 'Let your aunt get into the house and sit down, Adam. Then you can crawl all over her." He grimaced at Bryn.' 'Maybe we have something profitable going here. How do you like the 'Keller Brothers Band'?"
Bryn chuckled softly. "It has a ring to it." Gayle was waiting for them at the door. Bryn's smile to Lee's sister was a little shy, but Gayle was both effusive and down to earth."Bryn! How are you feeling? Are you sure you're all right? Maybe you should have stayed another day."
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"No, I'm fine, thanks, Gayle. And I'd have gone crazy in bed for another day." She found that Lee was looking at her with a sardonic smile tugging at his lips, and she flushed, casting him a murderous glare in return. He laughed and slipped his free arm around her shoulders.
"Did Andrew and Barbara go on over to theFultonplace?" "Yes, they're going to film some individual footage of the band. Andrew said it had to be done sometime, and it would keep things rolling."
"Good," Lee murmured. "Let's get in," he told Bryn.
The first thing Bryn noticed when she entered the house was that every window in the place had new glass. And shot through the glass were a myriad of hair-fine lines. The windows were pretty; they might have been there for their beauty. But Bryn shivered. She knew that the new windows were there for only one purpose: security.
She put that thought behind her because the kids were tugging at her hands and Gayle was saying that she had to meet Phil.
Gayle's husband was a tall redheaded man with sparkling blue eyes. Bryn felt the warmth of his handshake and the sincerity in his voice when he told her how happy he was to meet her. He and Lee were about the same age, and Bryn could quickly see that Lee shared the same camaraderie with his brother-in-law that he did with the band. She experienced a twinge of envy and nostalgia.God, how she missed her brother at times.
The kids insisted that she come up to the studio and hear them play the instruments. She instantly started to protest their enthusiastic treatment of the group's equipment, but Lee silenced her with a wave of his hand. She listened to a cacophony of drums, keyboard and guitar, and then insisted that the noise had to die down for a while.
Gayle laughed and said that the pizza man was due any second; hearing that a pizza was on the way, the boys happily raced down the stairs to watch for it at the window. Gayle and Phil followed them, and Lee and Bryn were left alone.
"I think after lunch--if you're up to it--we should get over to your town house and start on the pictures."
Bryn hesitated a moment, then shook her head. She looked at him, smiling hesitantly.
"If the boys are leaving with your sister and her husband in the morning, I'd like to spend the day with them. One day won't make that much difference, will it?"
Lee stared back at her for a long time, smiling slowly. "No, one day won't make that much difference."
He slipped his arm around her waist and led her out of the studio. "You do like pizza, don't you?"
She wrinkled her nose."With absolutely everything but anchovies."
"No anchovies, huh?I'll learn to live without them." Bryn laughed,then quickly sobered. "Lee, I'm just afraid of how the boys are going to take this."
"They'll take it fine! Don't worry. All little boys like Indians."
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Pac-Man. And--" "And quit worrying, Bryn. Things will work out; I promise you. Come on now, let's have a pleasant afternoon!"
The afternoon did pass pleasantly, so pleasantly that Bryn didn't want it to end. At five-thirty Andrew and Barbara arrived, with Mick and Perry in tow. Mick wound up at the piano, playing fifties tunes.
Somehow two of the guitars made it downstairs, and Brynwasn't sure if she was surprised or not when she watched Lee accept one from Andrew, who then slid onto the piano bench beside Mick.
"Don't tell me you play that, too?" Bryn asked him. He shrugged, and Bryn sat back in the modular sofa with Adam ensconced in her lap. He could play it. She watched the agility of his fingers with amazement as they seemed to move instinctively over the strings.
Mick made a quick change to Beatles tunes, and when he teased Brian, Brian told him with great indignity that, yes, of course he knew who the Beatles were. He proved it by singing every word of