I smile. “You know where you are headed?”
“Not yet,” she says. “I guess I’ll know when we get there.”
“I’m glad for you,” I say. “I just wanted to call and tell you that.”
“You know what I miss most?” she says.
I shake my head, and then realize she can’t see me. “No.”
“The music.” Her voice drops, low and soft. “It was just so beautiful. I wish I could hear it again, but it’s gone. Philip took the music with him.”
I can’t help shuddering.
Cindy is walking toward me when I hang up the phone. She looks annoyed.
“Hey,” she says. “Come on. We’re going to be late.”
I must look shell-shocked or something, because she hesitates. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“It’s not that. I want to,” I say. I’m not sure I mean it, but I am sure that Cindy and Greg were there for me
