His Sweetest Song
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“What does Joseph want to hear today?” she asked, stretching out her fingers above the keys. She asked that every morning, but she knew the answer every time.
Coming around me, Gray took the seat he placed strategically on my other side, the chair brought in from the kitchen one day, but never returned. He wanted his place too at the piano, his arm sweeping around my waist.
I’d never get over how happy he looked all the time, the weight of the world completely evaporated from his light-colored eyes. He’d let it go. He let it all go. He healed and even his beard was gone, his jaw clean-shaven and his hair never longer than the shell of his ears. He had me to help him keep up with it, allowing me the honor of taking on some of those obligations for him. He didn’t have to do everything by himself and it wasn’t just that he knew that now.
But welcomed the assistance and love.
His lips on my cheek, he closed his eyes, touching his forehead to me before swinging fingers over and brushing Laura’s shoulder.
“Play Josephine’s Song,” he said, the tune Laura herself had actually composed. It’d been with my help, composition classes I’d taken in school a lifetime ago. It’d been an honor to bring the knowledge out and the song had become a staple at church every Sunday, the lead-in to the service. Laura played every week and the town loved her for it.
Curling up under Gray’s arm, I rested my head on his chest, watching his daughter, our daughter lead us into what I knew to be another perfect morning. We had so many perfect ones, my highlight before I started my day in town, my own practice right in the heart of it all. People called me crazy for doing that, giving up my potential six-figure salary by working somewhere close to Mayfield but bigger, my own family amongst them. But sometimes it wouldn’t hurt people to allow a little crazy into their lives. It allowed for the best life and chances we never would have taken. I took a chance on this town and made friends, created family, my friend Ava amongst them all. She’d been the dearest friend I ever had and probably ever would have, something I found out once I allowed myself to forgive her. It took a little while, but we came back to each other. Just like we had when we were kids, two people who hadn’t seen each other for almost two decades but were able to reconnect and find a friendship that would take us long into the rest of our lives.
And if not for this town and a woman named Josephine I wouldn’t have any of it. Gray and Laura told me on separate occasions she sent me to them, but only I knew the truth. I wasn’t sent to them.
They were sent to me.
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