couple more clicks and DarLynn brought up the program.
Peter appeared frozen on the screen, where DarLynn had paused the show. She hit play and Peter’s voice filed the room. The sight of him tugged at her heart. He stil wore the pendant she gave him.
She’d forgotten how handsome he looked. He explained that he and his brothers dedicated this tour to finding a girl he fel in love with and lost.
She moved toward the television, unaware of everything around her. She knelt before the screen and watched Peter explain his futile efforts to find this girl. A photo of Libby and Peter sitting on the giant rock at Parfrey’s Glen flashed on the screen. She caught her breath. There they sat, young and innocent with yearning in their eyes. She remembered the moment clearly. It took place when Peter almost kissed her, but Adam interrupted. She smiled at the memory, reached up and touched the screen with her fingertips.
DarLynn paused the image of Libby and Peter, their dreamy expressions focused on each other. Libby remembered every essence of Peter; the way his hair lay heavy across his brow, the deep color of his eyes, and the tilt of his mouth. Lost in thought, a few moments passed before DarLynn’s words brought her back to reality.
“He says the girl’s name is Libby.” Kindness shone in DarLynn’s eyes. “That girl in the picture is you.” The veil of secrecy lifted. Libby nodded to DarLynn as tears weled in her eyes.
Chapter 22
The next morning, Libby and DarLynn crowded in front of the library computer. Fifteen more minutes before they must surrender the computer to the next user. Jamieson had created an internet survey to help screen fans and find Libby. Displayed on the screen were ten questions.
“What if I don’t know the answers? I’l never get the free passes to the concert and I’l never get to see him.” Now that Libby knew Peter wanted to find her, winning these tickets became her sole mission. She missed out on the earlier concerts, because she didn’t know he was searching for her. The deadline for the Chicago concert ended last night. The only concert left was in Red Rocks, Colorado, more than a thousand miles away. She didn’t know how they’d get there, but one step at a time.
“Of course, you’l know the answers. He wrote the survey for you.” DarLynn grabbed the mouse and scroled to the multiple choice questions listed below. “Okay, Jil, I mean Libby.” DarLynn tilted her head to the side and aimed an annoyed yet friendly look at Libby. DarLynn wasn’t quite ready to let Libby off the hook for lying about her identity these past month.
Libby shrugged, what else could she do? At the time she needed to be someone else.
“First question. Where did Peter and Libby meet?” DarLynn read.
Libby almost blurtted out the answer when DarLynn shushed her. “No, no, let me see if I can get it right. A) a concert, B) a restaurant, C) a special appearance, D) a nature preserve, E) on their tour bus, F) a theme park.” DarLynn squinted at the screen as she muled over the choices. “This is trickier than I thought. I’l say a theme park. That makes sense. Plus, a concert is too obvious.” She moved to click on the theme park box.
“Bzzz.” Libby gave her best imitation of a game show buzzer.
“Wrong. It’s D) nature preserve.”
DarLynn shifted the mouse and clicked on ‘nature preserve.’
“Interesting. I’d have never guessed. Next question. ‘What was Libby doing when they met? A) talking, B) eating, C) drawing, D) texting, E) singing, F) sleeping.’ That one’s easy, C) drawing.”
“Ding, ding, ding.” Libby grinned. Even when buried in work, Libby always kept a drawing pad, her lifeline, nearby.
DarLynn read through the next couple questions, and guessed wrong each time. It gave Libby hope that al the random girls out there who wanted to meet Peter would guess wrong as wel. She moved to the next question.
“What is Libby’s sister’s name?” DarLynn looked back at Libby, sadness in her eyes. “I’m sorry honey. I stil can’t believe you lost both your Momma and your sister.” She reached out and gave Libby a quick hug.
Libby avoided her eyes, took the mouse and clicked on the name Sarah. “Keep going, read the next one.” Libby didn’t want to think about Sarah right now and what a powerful question Peter left for her. No one could possibly know the answer unless they knew Libby back in Michigan.