Pauline brushed a mass of curls away from her face as she watched the February snow swirl outside the window of the cramped practice room. The baby grand piano filled every inch of the limited space. When she took a deep breath, she choked from the musty wood smell. If only the staff at Belton … Continue reading The Ivory Touch
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