"Eat. You look like a person who spent everything on the last page."
"That's what the last page costs."
"Then the orange is the tip." He nodded toward the door. "There's a girl out there trying not to be a crowd. And her mother, also trying, which I suspect is harder."
Willa was thirteen now, taller, the velvet ribbon retired. She stood with a program folded small. Evelyn waited by a bulletin board about a food drive, giving the doorway space.
"You played the whole thing," Willa said.
"I did."
"I didn't rush my G major this month. Mr. Pell said it was less interesting and more correct. Then he said correct can learn to be interesting. I think he was in a good mood."
"Stay with him," Claire said. "Good moods aren't the point. The sentence is."