conversation and laughed with us. It was a wonderful dinner. Afterward we all lounged on the patio while Zane strummed on his guitar. He was really good. "Hey, is that the only instrument you play?", I asked him. He shook his head. "I play cello. In fact, I play with you in orchestra". I looked up surprised. "The high school orchestra?" Zane laughed in a relaxed way and looked at me with those light brown eyes. "Yeahh, I see you all the time, but your always so focused on your music that you never seem to notice anyone else", he said giving me that boyish grin. "Yeah, true. I don't really pay attention to other people when I'm playing. Its so intense for me. I love it", I finished quietly. "I can tell you do. My parents had to make me at first. I've only been playing 4 years". "Really? I've been playing since I was 7". "Thats really cool", he said. "You play the piano too, right? I saw you playing at school the other day." I wondered just how long he had been watching me. "So tell us about your parents", Mrs. Robinson asked Candace and me. "Well, my parents moved out here from New York when I was a little girl. I'm adopted." Mrs. Robinson looked up surprised. "Oh?", she said then looked over at Zane. "Zane's adopted too", she said quietly. Now it was my turn to look surprised. But as I looked closely I could see why. Both of the Robinson's were fair and had blond hair and blue eyes. Zane, on the other hand, had black hair and brown eyes and a myserious "dark" look about him. They looked nothing alike. "Its a story I'll tell you one day", he said as if it really wasn't a big deal. "I didn't know you were adopted!" Candace exclaimed. I laughed. "Wow, really?". "So what's your actual ethnic background?" Mrs. Robinson asked. "Well, my mom is Asian; Filipino I think, and my dad is Black. I was one of those one-night stand mistakes", I said looking down. "Hey, NOBODY is a mistake!" Zane passionately declared. "God made you for a reason", he continued, "and your here for a special purpose". "What about you Candace?" Mr. Robinson asked. "Well...My parents were French and Italian. They passed away about 2 years ago so my brother and I moved here from Oregon", she said quietly. "I'm so sorry", Mrs. Robinson said putting her hand on Candace's. "Its okay", she said smiling bravely. We were all quiet for a few moments. Then a soft, beautiful voice joined the guitar. It was Zane's. "When the music fades, all is striped away, and I simply come. Longing just to bring something thats of worth that will bless Your heart...I'm coming back to the heart of worship, and its all about You, its all about You Jesus", he sang quietly. It was beautiful. "Wow, that's a pretty song", I said when he finished. He looked up surprised. "You've never heard it?" I shook my head. "So you don't go to church?" he questioned gently