Without a Trace
Authors: Nora Roberts
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To black sheep
Table of Contents
“Pick up the beat on the intro, Tracey boy, you’re dragging it.”
Frank O’Hurley stood on his mark, stage right, and prepared to go through his opening routine again. The three-night run in Terre Haute might not be the highlight of his career, and it certainly wasn’t the apex of his dreams, but he was going to give the audience their money’s worth. Every two-bit gig was a dress rehearsal for the big break.
He counted off the beat, then swung into the routine with the enthusiasm of a man half his age. The calendar might put Frank’s age at forty, but his feet would always be sixteen.
He’d written the little novelty number himself, with the wide-eyed hope that it would become the O’Hurley trademark. At the piano, his oldest child and only son tried to put some life into a melody he’d played too many times to count—and dreamed of other things and other places.
On cue, his mother spun onstage with his father. Even after endless routines, endless theaters, Trace still felt a tug of affection for them. Just as, after endless routines, endless theaters, he felt what had become a familiar tug of frustration.
Would he always be here, beating out a second-rate tune on a second-rate piano, trying to fill his father’s big dreams that hadn’t a hope in hell of coming true?
As she’d been doing most of her life, Molly matched her steps to Frank’s. She could have done the number blindfold. As it was, while she dipped, spun and double stepped, her mind was more on her son than her timing.
The boy wasn’t happy, she thought. And he wasn’t a child any longer. He was on the brink of manhood and straining to go his own way. It was that single fact, she knew, that terrified Frank to the point that he refused to acknowledge it.
The arguments had become more frequent, more heated. Soon, she thought, all too soon, something was going to explode, and she might not be able to pick up all the pieces.
Kick, ball change, dip, and her three daughters tapped onto the stage. With her heart close to Frank’s, Molly could feel him swell with pride. She would hate for him to lose that pride or the hope that kept him the youthful dreamer she’d fallen in love with.
As Molly and Frank moved offstage, the routine eased smoothly into the opening song. The O’Hurley Triplets—Chantel, Abby and Maddy—launched into three-part harmony as if they’d been born singing.
They practically had, Molly thought. But, like Trace, they weren’t children any longer. Chantel was already using her wit and her wiles to fascinate the men in the audience. Abby, steady and quiet, was just marking time. And it wouldn’t be long before they lost Maddy. As a mother, Molly felt both pride and regret at the thought that her youngest had too much talent to remain part of a roving troupe for long.
Yet it was Trace who concerned her now. He sat at the scarred piano in the dingy little club, his mind a thousand miles away. She’d seen the brochures he collected. Pictures and stories on places like Zanzibar, New Guinea, Mazatlán. Sometimes, on the long train or bus rides from city to city, Trace would talk of the mosques and caverns and mountains he wanted to see.
And Frank would brush those dreams off like dust, desperately clinging to his own—and to his son.
“Not bad, darlings.” Frank bounced back to center stage to give each of his daughters a hug. “Trace, your mind’s not on the music. You need to pump some life into it.”
“There hasn’t been any life in that number since Des Moines.”
A few months before, Frank would have chuckled and rubbed a hand over his son’s hair. But now he felt the sting of criticism, man to man. His chin came up to a stubborn point. “Nothing wrong with the song and never has been. It’s your playing that’s lacking. You lost tempo twice. I’m tired of you sulking over the keys.”
Playing peacemaker, Abby stepped between her father and brother. The growing tension had been keeping the family on edge for weeks. “We’re all a little tired, I think.”
“I can speak for myself, Abby.” Trace pushed away from the piano. “No one’s sulking at the keys.”
“Hah!” Frank brushed Molly’s restraining hand away. Lord, the boy was tall, Frank thought. Tall and straight and almost a stranger. But Frank O’Hurley was still in charge, and it was time his son remembered it. “You’ve been in a black mood since I told you I wouldn’t have a son of mine harking off to Hong Kong or God knows where like some gypsy. Your place is here, with your family. Your responsibility is to the troupe.”
