The clock struck half-past ten. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. Man or woman.
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