Fourth Chair
Chapter Six
By Missy

TITLE: Fourth Chair
PARTS: Six of Undetermined
RATING: PG-13 for one adult reference and one mildly salty word; use caution.
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SPOILLER/SUMMARY: Laverne and Lenny's daughter may be a great cellist in the making; one whose intelligence makes them feel both blessed and mystified. Can they possibly let her go to New York alone?'


For Chesh

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Lenny awoke to the deep, mournful sound of a cello echoing through the house. The sound stirred him as deeply as anything Holly had ever written, as it always did when he heard Aria play.

He followed the smooth tone to her room, where the young girl sat playing. He recognized the piece vaguely, but could not place it down strongly in a definite category.

In contemplative silence, he listened to Aria play on, and when she finished, he clapped appreciatively.

She smiled in acknowledgment, then suddenly said, "Grandpa used to say you were the Polish Bobby Vinton."

Lenny blushed at those words. "Yeah, he did say that..."

She nodded. "I thought I would play something of his for you. To make up for my foolishness from the night before."

"Aria, you're not being foolish. But you're scared, honey."

She nodded. "I am, but I can help it."

"How?"

"By going to work for you." He opened his mouth in protest. "Daddy, that's the only way I know for sure that you are eating right, and not getting excited."

"It's not your job to make sure I'm doin' okay, Aria." He reached into the void between them, finding her hand. "You've gotta go on wit yer life."

She shivered. "But I'm scared."

"Ya used a contraction." He kissed her hand. "Yer gonna be fine."

She leaned forward against the body of her cello. "Do you think I could...make it? In Interlochan?"

Lenny smiled. "Uh-huh."

She looked right through him and said, "I wish I could wake up every morning, and everything was just the same all of the time. Nothing different, nothing new, nothing scary. Just the same every day."

Lenny's expression showed alarm. "Aria, don't wish that! It'd be real boring, and-"

She shrugged. "I know I cannot have it, but it is nice to think about." She set about rosining her bow.

Lenny slunk against the doorframe. He couldn't imagine what she could gain from being trapped forever in space and time.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. If time never moved, none of them would die.

And everything would be all right.

He needed to have a talk with his daughter, a deep one. But at the moment, Christian was crying, and he needed to organize his thoughts.

It was time to take a long walk.








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