So there were more musicals in his future. He would never admit it to Cathy, but aside from the ones she was in, he didn't really have an interest in them. But when she was on stage, he would watch anytime. He hesitated, frowning as she talked about mature subject matter. How mature could a -
There had been Les Miserables. Question answered.
He snorted softly, taking a bite of the fry in his hand. A musically-inclined household wasn't much of a surprise. Cathy loved music, loved to sing, loved to perform. There were always new CDs being added to the stacks beside the stereo, nights spent lying on the floor, tangled up in the long cords of the headphones, discussing genres and artists. That was his idea of heaven and it looked like the passion carried on. "Well, you are your mama's girl. Sounds like you two have plenty in common."