‘Comment? What do you say?’ Gerald looked down into her face, and found himself touched by the uncertainty he saw there. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. They are their mother’s sons. Something in his tone pinched her heart.
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