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

most mornings. Sometimes Bach. Occasionally, when the mood turns sentimental, Chopin. The keys have softened under decades of use, and if anyone listened from outside they might say the sound is a little worn, like my voice. I like it that way. Perfection is for youth and competitions. At my age, beauty is whatever doesn’t collapse under the weight continue reading …