The stranger turned his head at the sound. ” “Why?” she asked. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. It’s my other side of the moon. He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. " Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside.
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