Three more songs followed. Another fast and two slower ones. Last was Chopin with a slower waltz. Chopin who Lucille loved so much. For a moment, out of the corner of his eye, it was as if she was sitting there at the piano. He stopped and blinked and she was gone.
"Shall we take a break?" he said, finding his smile again. "Maybe a cup of tea?" His eyes swayed back to the piano once more - another trick of his mind.