CHAPTER FOURTEEN
In the morning, Drew made coffee while I scrambled some eggs and made toast. He had music playing. It wasn’t Molly Tuttle this time; it was another female singer, and the style went all the way into bluegrass.
When I asked about it, he said, "That’s the first album Alison Kraus put out. Her later style is a little less bluegrass, but she didn’t veer very far away from it."
Bluegrass. There it was again. I couldn’t seem to escape it. "Why do you like bluegrass?"
"You don’t?"
I set our plates down on the table. "It’s just—there were a few things I never knew about Neil, things I didn’t find out about until after he died. Like, I didn’t know he loved bluegrass."
"How did you find out?"
"First thing was when his girlfriend played what she said was his favorite song at h
