I am the past, Kate thought. He is the future. My great-grandson will take over Kruger-Brent Limited one day. He reached her side, and she made room for him on the seat beside her.
“Are you having a nice birthday, Gran?”
“Yes. Thank you, Robert.”
“That’s a super orchestra. The conductor’s really bad”
Kate looked at him in momentary confusion, then her brow cleared. “Ah. I presume that means he’s good.”
Robert grinned at her. “Right. You sure don’t seem ninety.”
Kate Blackwell laughed. “Just between the two of us, I don’t feel it.”
He slipped his hand in hers, and they sat there in a contented silence, the eighty-two-year difference between them giving them a comfortable affinity. Kate turned to watch her granddaughter dancing. She and her husband were without doubt the handsomest couple on the floor.
Robert’s mother saw her son and grandmother seated together and she thought, What an incredible woman. She’s ageless. No one would ever guess all she has lived through.
The music stopped, and the conductor said, “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s my pleasure to present young Master Robert.”
Robert squeezed his great-grandmother’s hand, stood up and walked over to the piano. He sat down, his face serious and intent, and then his fingers began to race across the keyboard. He played Scriabin, and it was like the rippling of moonlight on water. His mother listened and thought, He’s a genius. He’ll grow up to be a great musician. He was no longer her baby. He was going to belong to the world. When Robert finished, the applause was enthusiastic and genuine.
Novel Book: MASTER OF THE GAME
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