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I
ignored
his
teasing
.
"
It
’
s
so
light
.
.
.
so
open
.
"
He
was
more
serious
when
he
answered
.
"
It
’
s
the
one
place
we
never
have
to
hide
.
"
The
song
he
was
still
playing
,
my
song
,
drifted
to
an
end
,
the
final
chords
shifting
to
a
more
melancholy
key
.
The
last
note
hovered
poignantly
in
the
silence
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
I
murmured
.
I
realized
there
were
tears
in
my
eyes
.
I
dabbed
at
them
,
embarrassed
.
He
touched
the
corner
of
my
eye
,
trapping
one
I
missed
.
He
lifted
his
finger
,
examining
the
drop
of
moisture
broodingly
.
Then
,
so
quickly
I
couldn
’
t
be
positive
that
he
really
did
,
he
put
his
finger
to
his
mouth
to
taste
it
.
I
looked
at
him
questioningly
,
and
he
gazed
back
for
a
long
moment
before
he
finally
smiled
.
"
Do
you
want
to
see
the
rest
of
the
house
?
"
"
No
coffins
?
"
I
verified
,
the
sarcasm
in
my
voice
not
entirely
masking
the
slight
but
genuine
anxiety
I
felt
.
He
laughed
,
taking
my
hand
,
leading
me
away
from
the
piano
.
"
No
coffins
,
"
he
promised
.
