Dorothy watched secretly from the doorway as Fahrenheit taught Ami to play the piano.

"Now this is A," Fahrenheit said quietly, placing Ami's fingers on the keys.

"You go from A to G, to C. Good, now put that together with the rest of the scale."

Dan, dan, dan, dan, derk!

"No, that's D. Move your finger one over," he said patiently. He put his hands over hers and slowly, they played a scale.

Suddenly, Fahrenheit looked up and saw Dorothy. He glared at her and moved closer to his young charge, warning Dorothy to stay back.

Dorothy sighed slightly. Fahrenheit was still mad at her for keeping him from Ami when Moo-Hyun left.

It's like he expects me to attack her, she thought, rolling her eyes internally.

"So," she said out loud, "What is this?"
"Oh, Auntie!" Ami cried happily, "My teachers said I needed to be more accomplished, so Fahrenheit agreed to teach me to play the piano and other arts."

"Did he now?" Dorothy said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well, don't mind me," she continued, turning away, "I was just looking."

She watched as they went through the piano, and the singing and the horseback riding, and the driving lessons. Fahrenheit showed Ami dancing and painting too. Ami was hopeless at most of them, but with his help, improved drastically.

Finally, one night Dorothy found them practicing English.

They sat together in the library on a sofa and Fahrenheit read aloud the passage to Ami in his deep voice, then hand the book to Ami and guide her through it.

Dorothy was surprised to see Fahrenheit so quiet and patient as she made mistake after mistake, always gently correcting her until she got it right.

Did my sister see this, she wondered, did she tell Fahrenheit to watch over Ami because she knew that it would change them both so much?

Was she getting Ami ready to be what she wanted, or trying to make her happy?

Did she know that they would come to care for each other?

How much did she know?

She watched as Fahrenheit adjusted his glasses and help Ami pronounce a word. Ami leaned over his shoulder to see better, and Dorothy swore she saw him smile for just a second.

Maybe she saw it better than any of us.