I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled

lined with shelves, filled with sheet music, recordings, and books about music theory.

On the piano bench sat more sheet music, neatly stacked.

I walked closer and picked up one of the pieces.

“Clair de Lune” by Debussy. My favorite.

I’d told Robert that once, decades ago. When we were young and I still played.

I walked closer and picked up one of the pieces.continue reading …