The Gatekeepers Hesitate
The organizer approached with a flawless smile.
“We have a program,” she murmured, already turning away.
Then a calm voice from the back said, “Programs can bend.”
A silver-haired man — Leonard Hale, the owner and widower of a concert pianist — had been watching. His eyes moved from her backpack to her hands.
“Young lady, what would you play?”
