There was one more member of the family in the room. She turned to her handsome young great-grandson and said, "Come here, darling."
Robert walked up to her and took her hand.
"It sure was a great birthday party, Gran."
"Thank you, Robert. I'm glad you enjoyed it. How are you getting along in school?"
"All A's, like you told me to get. I'm at the head of my class."
Kate looked at Peter. "You should send Robert to the Wharton School when he's old enough. It's the best - "
Peter laughed. "For God's sake, Kate, my darling, don't you ever give up? Robert's going to do exactly what he likes. He has a remarkable musical talent, and he wants to be a classical musician. He's going to choose his own life."
"You're right," Kate sighed. "I'm an old woman, and I have no right to interfere. If he wants to be a musician, that's what he should be." She turned to the boy, and her eyes shone with love. "Mind you, Robert, I can't promise anything, but I'm going to try to help you. I know someone who's a dear friend of Zubin Mehta."