"He's one of the reasons we're in this whistle stop," Amber said.
"Willow heard he was here."
"And Joan Baez and Van Morrison," Willow said.
Patrick snorted. "Where's Beethoven?"
"He's watching, maybe," Willow said.
"My man," Patrick said. "He sure rattled his cage." Willow flushed.
"Van Morrison rattles my cage," Amber said, and Patrick forgot about
Beethoven.
"So, what do you do?" he asked her.
"I go to Stanford. We both do."
"I went to Florida State for a while. What are you studying?"
"Pre-med, I guess. My father's a doc."