![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Thoughts and visions tumbled together in her sleepy mind-until another knock sounded, this time on the bedroom door. She'd no more than thanked them and sent them on their way when she heard a light tapping noise in the distance. Then the darling two-year-olds wrapped their pudgy arms around her and placed soft, moist kisses on her cheeks, on her forehead, on her chin. Recognizing Sofia and Stephen, Dan and Eva Walker's youngest twins, Catherine knelt and received the flowers. Their faces were a blur until two of them glided toward the stage, greeting her with red rosebuds, their long stems free of thorns. She took a bow, then straightened and glanced out into the audience, only to see an empty stall and a bale of straw in an illuminated old barn, where a group of children clapped their hands in delight. Catherine Loza napped in a child's bedroom at the Walker family's ranch in Texas, dreaming of sold-out nights on Broadway, the heady sound of applause and the pounding of her heart after a well-executed performance. ![]()
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