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From the stairway leading to the beach, Jimmy watched Billy, glad to be rid of his annoying big brother. Smiling, he hopped off the landing into the soft sand and headed to Mr. Gardner’s house. He had another piano lesson tonight. His mom had plans this evening, so he and Tom were fitting in an extra session. Now he didn’t have to worry about Billy following him. Further down the beach he saw Mr. Gardner with his cousin Sara. Waving, Jimmy ran to meet them.

Sara said, “Tom, I think I’ll take this opportunity to spend some time with Mary. She’s helping Nell. I’m sure Nell would like to get home before it gets too late. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. See you after Jimmy’s lesson.”

Jimmy noticed how Tom smiled at Sara, and how he didn’t take his eyes off of her as she walked away. Sara must have been happy; she took the beach steps two at a time. She disappeared from sight when she reached the top and began the walk up the path to Tom’s house.

Tom took Jimmy’s hand and the two, almost like father and son, climbed slowly up the beach stairs, shivering in the chill air as the sun dropped lower on the horizon. It would be dark soon. They hurried toward the warmth of the house. They set about building a fire in the living room fireplace and then Jimmy warmed up on the grand piano, limbering his fingers running through several sets of scales from the workbook.

Jimmy was making strides and gaining self-confidence. Tom was pleased he could nurture and support the boy. He was a great kid. Jimmy’s dad still hadn’t been able to tie up his business and join his family in Ravenswood. Tom enjoyed his time with Jimmy and was not particularly looking forward to having William Harrison show up and take over his fatherly duties. Well, he’d deal with that when he had to.