That her artwork reflected not only the music box but also the manuscript it had contained was not unexpected, Caydance thought as she prepared to walk to President's Lawn, where Griff had told her hamburgers and hotdogs would be available at lunch time -- although he would probably have to remain beside the roster and the enormous bin of practice uniforms.

She changed from her short blue shirt dress into jeans and a blue gray sweater, pulled her strawberry blond hair into a ponytail. Because she desired photos of the tables and booths that were now arrayed on the green grass of President's Lawn, into her artists tote bag, she packed her camera.

What was unexpected, she thought as the tents on President's Lawn came into view, was that the cottage, which she had viewed as a coach's wife's duty, was in some mysterious way a creative practice retreat between the bond with Griff that dominated the beach house and the class prep, commissions, and wondering when Griff would arrive for dinner that had begun to dominate her San Francisco studio. In the Huygens cottage, there was nothing but art supplies, and the football field -- where she knew that Griff would be when the football season began – was within walking distance.