*Daisy*
Every aspect of me goes still. Within this place of decadence and sinners, he's asking about a lullaby? He actually remembered the memory I shared about my mother? While it's only been a few days since that conversation, I didn't think he really paid attention to what I was saying. I thought it was just trivial talk, something to fill the silence in passing, something to politely listen to and forget.
"I recall a lullaby from the western shores my wife would sing to our children," the pianist says.
"If you're married, why are you here?" one of the she-wolves asks, clearly offended that their unattached ranks have been breached.
"I'm a widower," he responds sadly before striking the first chord.
I wonder if it's a recent change in his marital status, and then I forget about him
