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Living Again
February 1945 — Evelyn“When it comes to music, I’m not so nervous.” Sterling stroked the strings on his guitar and the timbre of the chord echoed in the dining area. Evelyn had agreed to meet him to practice on Thursday before the dinner rush when the only people to observe them were those preparing the food and setting the tables. Sterling strummed a few more chords, “I wanted to ask you out the first night I met you, but I was nervous.”
“It’s probably good you were nervous,” Evelyn said. “I would’ve told you no. That’s what I tell everyone.”
Sterling laughed, and she liked the way the husky sound blended with the chords he played. She admired the olive-green dress shirt that set off the deep emerald of his eyes.
“Of course, I wasn’t prepared to be tricked into spendin
