Your mom will understand. [Ran^Text^Library] [ ] Read the novel to the net c

No, she won't......

Katyusha was busy weaving between containers of cuts of meat, green beans, assorted salads, sardines and potatoes, remembering that at this time three weeks ago, her mother was standing in the kitchen talking about Miliar in the intensive care unit. From Edie's expression, she seemed to feel how much pain he was in, too. She told her daughter what he whispered to her.

Kill me......

The doorbell pulled her back from her tumultuous thoughts.

She could deduce who had arrived—most friends and family would come up and down the stairs from the back observation deck to the kitchen; Won't ring the doorbell or knock on the door. She opened the door and saw Jon standing on the porch. He had a smile on his face, and he was struggling to carry a small shopping bag and a laptop. He changed into black jeans and a collared shirt with black stripes.

"Hey."

He nodded and followed her into the kitchen.

The two dogs jumped up. They greeted Bolin in partnership, and Bolin crouched down to hug them.

"Alright, guys, let's get out!" Katyusha ordered. She threw a few pet bones out the back door, and the two dogs rushed down the steps to the backyard. Boleyn stood, wiping the licked part of his face and laughing. He put his hand into the bag, "I decided to take the sugar as a gift for the hostess." ”

"Sugar?"

"There are two kinds; Fermented. He pulled out a bottle of white wine.

"Great."

"And baked," he said, pulling out another bag of biscuits, "I remember the look you had in your office when your assistant wanted me to eat fat." ”

"You even see that?" Katyusha smiled, "You must be able to do this business of posture and interrogation." We all need to be observant. ”

His eyes flashed with excitement, and she could see it. "I've got something for you to see. Can we find a place to sit?"

She pointed him to the living room. After the two sat down, Bolin opened the laptop, and she didn't recognize the sign. "It was Owen who unraveled it." He said.

"Owen?"

"Owen? Wepler, the colleague I mentioned to you, was a graduate student of mine. So, not some Bambi or Tiffany.

"Travis has everything in this computer."

He began to tap on the keyboard. Immediately it will be displayed on the screen. Danse had never seen a computer react so quickly.

From the other room came the screeching of Maggie playing the keys.

"I'm sorry." Katyusha frowned.

"It's C-sharp." Boleyn said, his eyes not raised, still looking at the computer screen.

Katyusha was a little surprised, "You're still a musician?"

"No, no. I have a good pitch in my voice. It was purely accidental. But I don't know how to use it. Actually, I don't have any musical talent, unlike you. ”.

"Me?" She didn't tell him about her hobbies.

He shrugged, "I didn't expect you to have a higher click-through rate on Google as a ballad collector than you as a strip... Oh, can I tell a note?"

"So far, it's not politically incorrect." Katyusha went on to explain that she didn't become a singer, but was compensated for the project she implemented with Christensen — a website called "Western Tunes," a name that echoed a touching ode that Paul wrote for Brazil in the '70s. This site is Katyusha's lifesaver, and because of her work, she often goes deep into some very dark places. Only something like music can safely pull her away from the depths of the criminal's heart.

Although the general term is "folk song collector", Katyusha told him that the official title for the profession is "folk singer". Alan is one of the most famous. In the mid-20th century, he traveled throughout Latin America, collecting traditional music for the Library of Congress. Dans travels around the country collecting music whenever time permits. Although it is not Lomax's mountain music, blues music, and bluegrass music that is collected. Today, Latin American music is African, Afropop, French Louisiana, Latino, Caribbean, Nova Scotia, East Indian, and Asian.

The American Tunes website helps musicians acquire the rights to their original music, offer paid downloads of that music, and re-pay the musicians what listeners pay.

Boleyn looked interested. He seems to be the same, once or twice a month hiking in the wilderness. He explained that he had once been serious about rock climbing, but then gave it up.

"The gravitational pull," he said, "is irresistible." ”

Then he nodded towards the bedroom where music was playing, "Is it a son or a daughter?"

"It's a daughter. My son is only familiar with the 'strings' on a tennis racket. ”

"She plays well."

"Thank you." Katyusha said with some pride; She took a lot of effort to encourage Maggie. She accompanies her daughter to practice, which takes a lot of time, driving her back and forth to piano lessons and practice recitals.

Bolin taps on the keyboard, and a coloring page pops up on the computer screen. Then his body language suddenly changed. She noticed his gaze looking over her shoulder towards the doorway.

Katyusha should have guessed it. Thirty seconds ago, she noticed that the keys were not ringing.

Bolin smiled and said, "Hehe, my name is Jon, and I'm a colleague with your mother."

Maggie stood in the doorway wearing a baseball cap, "Hello. ”

"Don't wear a hat at home." Katyusha reminded her that it was not polite.

Maggie took off her hat and walked straight to Boleyn, "My name is Maggie. "My daughter is not afraid of life, Katyusha thought. The 10-year-old girl shook his hand.

"The hand is good," the professor told her, "and the piano is good." ”

The girl laughed, "You can play too?" She was curious that the kind uncle in front of her would also be proficient in piano rhythms.

"Just listening to CDs or downloading music. That's all. ”

Katyusha looked up and saw that 12-year-old Wes had also come out, and she was not surprised. They all looked over. He stopped in the doorway, no smile on his face.

Her stomach twitched. Since his father's death, Wes has generally expressed disgust with men who have been in a relationship with his mom, believing that they pose a threat to his family and his memories of his dad, as the psychotherapist analyzed.

There was only one man he really liked, and that was Hugh, and according to doctors, part of the reason he liked him was because the officer was married and therefore did not pose much of a threat.