For if Gerald had indeed gone to see this Prudence, it was better to wait for his report. She wished her father and aunt would not enjoy their dinner with such quiet determination. He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. "Mother, I come to you.
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