Page 103 - Reason To Sing by Kelita Haverland
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Chapter Sixteen


            We haven’t been to church in a long time. Not since Daddy
            died.
               From our very first visit we find the people friendly and
            welcoming. I discover that my friend Sandy also attends. We
            go every Sunday and when Mom’s not well enough to come
            along, Sandy’s family picks up Vian and me. Sandy has also
            invited me to join the youth group and I’m meeting some really
            great new kids.
               My mother must have told someone, perhaps Pastor
            Charles, that I really love to sing. I am instantly accepted into
            the senior choir. There’s so much music at this church and I get
            to sing a lot. Melody, one of the girls in the youth group, is a
            talented piano player and we’ve already been practicing one of
            my favourite Carole King songs, “You’ve Got a Friend.” We’re
            going to be playing it for the whole church really soon.
               And it gets even better. The director of the choir is married
            to a very famous singer. Her name is Dorothy and she’s part
            of the famous 1950s trio called “The McGuire Sisters.”  She
            has gold records for  number one hits  like  “Sugartime” and
            “Sincerely.” I remember seeing them on the Ed Sullivan Show
            when I was really little. I get to sit beside her in choir because
            we’re both in the alto section. She has the most beautiful long,
            fingernails and her perfume reminds me of Aunt Lucille. I
            think it’s called “Youth Dew” by Estee Lauder. I know it comes
            in a pretty glass bottle with a little gold ribbon around the
            middle. And you should see her wedding ring! It’s beautiful -
            the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen!
               Mrs. Williamson (that’s Dorothy) and her husband think
            I have a lot of talent and are always encouraging me to keep
            writing and singing.  They even sent a cassette tape of me
            singing the song I wrote after Daddy died to Murray Kane in
            New York City. He’s their personal manager and vocal arranger.


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