Anthony liked piano playing a whole lot, but not singing; often he would come up from the basement, or down from the attic, or just come, and sit on top of the piano, nodding his head as Pat played Lover or Boulevard of Broken Dreams or Night and Day. He seemed to prefer ballads, sweet-sounding songs--but the one time somebody had started to sing, Anthony had looked over from the top of the piano and done something that made everybody afraid of singing from then