I read in the bedroom while Katie sings in the kitchen. She's going through the leftovers in the fridge and chucking the science experiments.
She's singing along to the soundtrack from the musical "Ragtime," a show that she did years ago, but she clearly remembers all the parts, as she sings harmonies and leads, men's parts as well as women's.
I put my book down and listen, remembering first hearing her sing years ago in a practice space in Boston where we first met doing another show together, and the memory makes me smile.