When we walked into the reception with Alan and his wife Joan, the entire room was loud with talk and laughter.
An older man came up to Alan and shook his hand. They talked and he shook Joan’s hand to congratulate her. Alan turned to me.
“Dean Miller, our guest conductor, Shelby Flynn. Shelby, this is Robert Miller, dean of the university.”
The dean extended his hand and I shook it.
“Wonderful performance, Ms. Flynn, but then all of yours are.”
“Oh, Dean Miller, that’s so kind of you.”
“The truth is not just kindness, Ms. Flynn.” Then he glanced over my shoulder. “Dr. St. Clare, if I’m not mistaken,” he said, reaching out to shake Janet’s hand.
“Dean Miller,” she said, giving him a big smile.
“Come in! Have some refreshment and get to know some of the other faculty. I would love to
