19Sonny spent Saturday afternoon playing the piano until he was exhausted. For him there was no better antidote to stifle anger and curb restlessness. He found solace only in music now, the only passion that would never deceive him or leave him alone.
Esther.
The name echoed in his mind many times, reminding him how that woman was still present in his life; fortunately the faithful piano was there with him.
The day before, he had thought about organizing a weekend in his seaside villa on Long Island, to spend some time with Loreley which would silence for a while that sense of solitude that never left him; but he had counted his chickens too soon: she was not available.
He got up from the bench and decided to go for a swim in the indoor pool for some exercise and put a stop to the nega
