They Went on a Holiday Cruise and Left Me With a Man They Called a “Problem”

spill in. It falls on the old upright piano in the living room, the one that has been with me longer than my son has. I run my fingertips across its scarred lid the way some people stroke a beloved animal. Then I sit, loosen my shoulders the way I always instructed my students, and let my hands find the opening notes of something familiar.

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