I stepped around her and took the shopping cart handle to follow her in. For some reason I expected the supermarkets here to be different from back home—not sure why—but apart from the different brands of products, everything looked about the same.

"Was Dad a good guitarist?" I asked.

"He was fantastic," Amanda grinned. "He didn't get to play much when I got older since he was always busy with work. But he was great."

"Guess it must run in the family," I smirked. "What about the others? Emily plays bass and Erica drums, right?"

"Yeah," Amanda nodded. "Once they were older, they all wanted to learn something. Dad could...