It was their first night in the house alone since Grandpa left. The remains of the man he used to be were scattered around them; a newspaper he could no longer read, a television he could no longer hear, shoes he’d never wear again. She wondered if that was the real cruelty of life; you could feel people leaving.
The tape played. Big, beautiful voices echoed. Piano and brass instruments filled the space around them. Glenn held her so close that she could feel his heartbeat.
And then for the first time in her life, time stood still. They swayed, gentle, for what could have been seconds or days, it didn’t matter. Finally, so small in his arms, with the old man’s music playing and time spinning madly on, she knew what life was for.
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