Her father had received her on the threshold and sent her away, telling her that she was inside in the company of someone else. She was actually finishing a service in a bookstore that evening. Years later, her father apologized to her — an admission she never attached to him.
A week after this concert, she had taken out the crumpled little paper bearing her number. They had met at a local café and talked until the staff piled up chairs all around them.
Some teenagers' promises were only waiting for a little patience to find their happy ending.
