Dad smiled. “I haven’t seen it yet.”
“Orchestra?”
“A piano trio of a good friend of mine, Martin Small,” said Dad.
“Three pianos?”
“Piano, violin, and cello,” Dad said.
“You want him to fill out a questionnaire, Al?” Les asked. My full name is Alice Kathleen McKinley, but Dad and Lester call me Al.
“Something like that,” I said, and grinned. Then I said it aloud: “I just want to feel needed, Dad. I want to make absolutely sure this wedding takes place. Maybe I ought to stay home and help out.”
“If you want to feel needed, hon, you could hardly find a better place than Camp Overlook—all those kids needing attention like you wouldn’t believe.”
Phyllis Reynolds Naylor, Simply Alice
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