CHAPTER 19
When I come home from doing the shopping on Friday evening, I hear the piano from the dining room. I greet Sammy, who’s busy sticking his nose in the bags, take the groceries to the kitchen, stick a ready meal in the oven and walk over to the piano. It’s gone silent. Jeff has closed the lid and is resting his head in his arms on it. He has a forlorn look on his face.
“What’s up?” I ask and sit down on the floor next to him, crossing my legs. I reach up to take one of his hands, and he turns so that we can cuddle both hands. The look on his face doesn’t change. His eyes remain on our hands as he speaks.
“The album comes out a month from today. Four weeks.”
I knew it was coming. It was inevitable. It has been a long time coming, but suddenly, it’s only four weeks away.
“Is it
