Elizabeth and Erik visited Grandmother Edna in January, 1961. They gave her the answer to the mystery woman’s photo in her ex-husbands’s pocket watch.
The second they pulled away from Edna’s farmhouse, all Elizabeth’s pent up anger poured out. “I can’t believe she spoke to you like that! To look you straight in the eyes and say those horrible things…I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Erik. This was supposed to be a happy day, but now…”
“I know. Was she right about the rest of your family? Are you going to keep this to yourself, or tell everyone the truth about Gustav and Esther?”
“Honestly, I have no idea. None of them were very close to Gustav anyway, not even his children, since he was away on tour so much. I think I’ll keep it quiet.”
“Bury the truth so it doesn’t upset people.” Erik murmured.
Elizabeth frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Everything. Sorry, it’s been a long day.”
“Are you mad at me because of what Grandma said? Because I didn’t stand up enough, or defend you enough?”
“No. Well…yes. Sort of.”
“Could you be more vague? Tell me what’s wrong, Erik?”
He was silent for the longest time. Then, suddenly, he blurted out, “I feel like I’m losing you. Music has become a huge part of your life. And I’m not part of it.”
Did he suspect something was going on between her and Wilson? No. Elizabeth decided, this was something different. And she abruptly felt horrible, because she never wanted to make Erik feel left out of her life. If he wanted to be involved in her music life, she thought of a roundabout way to make that happen.
Elizabeth told Erik her plan. He shot her a side-ways glance. That wasn’t quite what he had in mind when he said that he’d support her in her music career. But, he reluctantly agreed to do it.