Chapter 9: Piano—GeorgeOne of the things George missed about his parents…and he admitted to himself that he had very mixed feelings about them…was his mother’s piano playing.
It was a visceral shock to come back from deliveries one evening and find the sound of “Clair de Lune” filling the house. He double-took for a moment and had to catch himself. He half expected to see his father sat in one of the armchairs by the fire, stuffing his pipe.
He moved quietly through the kitchen and down the hall to the door into the parlour. Polly was there, too. She was laid flat, pressed down as if she was going to start herding something, chin on the red and blue oilcloth runner, ears pricked and eyes fixed on the pianist.
It was Peter. He had his eyes shut and was playing from memory, swaying a litt
