Chapter 81

The window was open, the way I always left it in summer, a light, warm breeze rustling the curtains. A half-moon shone out the window as I played a melancholy tune. Back in the day, Beebub would sneak over to my house and spend some time in my room late at night, or we’d take our bicycles and ride to the lake or something, just to hang out together.

Those types of thoughts chased each other as I went from song to song, simply going with the flow.

At the end of a particularly complicated piece, a voice said, “You’re still good with that thing.”

I momentarily closed my eyes and breathed, because really, I should have expected this. l glanced at the clock next to me, trying to delay the inevitable. It was one in the morning. I didn’t realize I’d played that long.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed? With…Sean, was it? As jealous as he seems to be, I wouldn’t push it, if I were you.” I returned the flute to the case next to me and set it on the floor.