It’s been four months!’ said Clara. ’I’m fed up with you going on about Tony. You’re well rid of him. You need to start enjoying yourself again.’
That was Clara for you, Andrea thought – so opinionated.
But reflecting on the conversation she’d had with her forthright cousin the night before, Andrea knew Clara had been talking sense.
She couldn’t cling to the false hope of Tony springing back into her life, and she knew it would be a disaster even if he did.
Together, she and Clara had hatched a plan of action to propel her into a new adventure. That’s how she’d found herself outside the music shop.
As Andrea opened the door, a bell tinkled, which made the shopkeeper look up from the music he was sight-reading. She’d assumed this because he had been tapping the counter with his pencil as if the tune on the paper was playing in his head.
He nodded and smiled, and she immediately felt self-conscious. Maybe it was the intimate interior of the shop that made
