Free Requiem Murder [Book 2 of the Katherine Miller Mysteries] by Janet Lane-Walters Page B

have had a fit."
    "It's not funny,” Beth said. “You shouldn't tease him so."
    I wondered if she meant Roger or the cat.
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    Chapter 6
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    Beth and I hurried to the door and left a sputtering Judith behind. When the oak door closed, the laughter I'd stifled burst free. “I can't believe you criticized her. Are you prepared for her reaction? She doesn't get mad, she gets even."
    "Not really. The words were out before I thought.” Beth's blue eyes looked troubled. “I was right. Roger told me why he's afraid of cats. He was savaged and he had to have the rabies series. You know how gruesome they used to be."
    Rabies shots, at least years ago were nothing to be enjoyed, but the disease was worse. Though I wanted to warn her to be careful about her renewed friendship with Roger, she wouldn't listen. Until the next time he froze her out, she was his willing acolyte.
    Rehearsal was an eye-opener for me. Roger drove the choir hard, but he didn't spare himself. I studied his directing style and marked my score with the changes he'd made since our lunch meeting. My directions should conform to his expectations.
    Seeing the way he drove the choir and himself made me realize how he'd attained the spectacular results with the choir and the organ. He didn't have as much natural talent as Marcie, but he disciplined every ounce and pushed himself with fierce determination. At times his sharp comments troubled me.
    A loud noise startled me. I looked up to see he'd slammed the keyboard cover. I cringed. That was no way to treat any instrument. Roger pointed his finger. A flush covered his face.
    "Tenors, watch me,” he roared. “Are you tripping in dreamland? You should have this section memorized. I find you ragged and unprepared. Do you want to be the joke of the community? The success of our performance depends on your squeezing out every ounce of music you possess. I will not tolerate this."
    He prowled the area in front of the piano and reminded me of a caged panther I'd once seen at the zoo. His tantrum shocked me, but I noticed none of the choir members seemed affronted by what appeared to me to be an inappropriate reaction.
    "Sopranos, you're slurring your esses. We've worked on that fault for weeks. Pay attention to your diction. Judith, were you asleep? You're the section leader and if I can't depend on you to keep your section together, I'll look for someone else."
    Judith's expression frightened me. Her eyes narrowed and her mouth thinned. While the alto's entrance had been slow, they'd blended well.
    He paused at the piano and struck four notes. “Try this section again, and this time, pay attention."
    They did. The difference amazed me.
    Since there was no need to mark my score during the repeat, I studied the expressions of the choir members. The anger had faded from Judith's face and she eyed Roger like a glutton contemplating a seven course meal. Beth also watched him with rapt attention. The fervor of her glance nearly embarrassed me. Was she falling in love and was he worthy of her devotion?
    When rehearsal ended and the choir dispersed, Roger caught up with me at the sanctuary door. “What do you think?"
    "I'm astonished. It's nearly perfect."
    "That's not acceptable.” Though he smiled, his eyes and the tone of his voice were dead serious. “Come with us to the Pub and we'll go over our scores. You can point out the rough spots."
    "Can't we do it tomorrow?” Though I hadn't been a participant, the currents of a dozen conflicting energies had exhausted me.
    "Best done while it's fresh. We could stay here, but we'd be keeping Beth, too. I'm depending on her for a ride. My car's in the shop."
    Was that his reason for courting Beth? The idea lodged in my thoughts. What could I do if that was the case? Beth was so enthralled she'd never believe me.
    "I'll go, but I won't stay late. I need my rest.” And a break from the charged atmosphere Judith always generated.
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