Chapter 22 - LUCINDA RETURNS TO THE AUDITORIUM
Lucinda avoided that auditorium for years.
Then Harper performed there at twenty-three.
Professional conservatory graduate.
She had chosen music after all.
Lucinda sat in the fourth row.
No backstage authority.
No program committee.
Just mother.
Harper played.
Amelia attended.
So did I.
At intermission Lucinda looked at the stage door.
“That door.”
“Yes.”
“I can still hear your slap.”
“I can still see the violin.”
She nodded.
Then:
“I’m sorry.”
“Good.”
May you like
Not forgiveness ceremony.
Enough.
