The Proteus Dance
Act I I came home that evening and found her playing the piano. The Steinway sat in the corner of the sunroom, where the afternoon light fell through the east-facing windows in long golden blades. The instrument had been there for five years, a piece of furniture we'd never gotten around to using. My mother had given it to us on our wedding anniversary—she believed that silence in a house was a...
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