“My number one grandson never looked so handsome.” Joan Jones beamed as she stood on tiptoe to kiss Tristram on the cheek.
Her voice was strong and cheerful, yet her blue-grey eyes had a sympathetic light.
“Thanks, Grandma.” Tristram grinned. However, his face betrayed a heavy heart.
“I have always liked the Senior Band uniform.” Joan continued. “You all look so dashing and professional in your red shirts and black bottoms.”
Tristram nodded absently. “Yeah. It’s a good one. Better than just wearing the Secondary College uniform.”
“And it’s your last concert tonight. A bitter-sweet experience for you?” Joan asked, searching Tristram’s face.
Tristram sighed and smiled at her. “You know what’s going on.”
Joan put a hand on his cheek. “Tonight, is the last time you will see Regina.”
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