Instead, Mrs. Redgrave simply moved to her piano. “You’re not quite there. Try it this way instead.” She played the notes of the final passage. They flowed like a waterfall cascading to a watery home.
Tessa tried to duplicate it. But it didn’t come out right.
“Try it again, this time picture something lovely and imagine yourself describing it notes.”
Shutting her eyes, Tessa pictured Cassie, her body invitingly spread across a grassy meadow, the glow from a distant sunset framing her face. This time the notes came out flawless. Both ladies sat in silence as if they’d just had a sip of tasty vintage wine.
Tessa took a seat next to Susan. “Thank you. You would make a magnificent teacher.”
“Only if all my students were as naturally gifted as you.”
“Come on, I’m not that good. I don’t ev
