Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. She would never forget the agony of that first meal in the great dining room. It remains a bizarre idea to me that Lucy Alberti could ever become so detailed or so real, but I’m certainly glad to have made her acquaintance.
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