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“SO WHAT’S HE WANT TO do with this song?” Greg asked.
Katrina lay on her back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Just to record it. He’s got a little studio set up. Nothing fancy, but it’s got the right kind of equipment and stuff. I just wanted to make sure it was all right with you.”
He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
Katrina didn’t want to list the reasons out for him, so she twisted her wedding ring and answered, “Oh, you know how weird some people get around here. I mean, it’s not a bad song or anything, but it’s not Christian, and well, I just wanted to get your opinion before I agreed to anything officially.”
He leaned over and kissed her nose. “Sure. It sounds fun. I think you should go for it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, if you want to. I’m glad to see you getting back into your music. It’s been a quiet couple of months around here.”
“Yeah, it has.”
He reached out and twirled some of her hair around his finger. “I’m really glad you and Miles met. He seems like a neat guy. Does he have any family around here? Other than the Porters, I mean.”
Katrina stretched her mind back over their interactions. They’d shared so much musically that she was surprised she didn’t know the answer to this very basic question. “Actually, I’m not sure.”
Greg shrugged again. “Well, I have to wake up pretty early to get working on my sermon, so I’m going to say goodnight.”
Katrina stared up at the cottage-cheese constellations on their ceiling, her fingers playing into her palm as if on an imaginary violin.
“Goodnight,” she answered back, while her ears echoed with Miles’ song.