Pleased

The curator left with two coffees, marked Spring and Autumn in black Sharpie, and came back when I was done with work. We strolled through Old Montreal and Chinatown, speaking of the past and thinking of the future. She asked about my past life in Waterloo, and I spoke of the pianist.

From sparse details, she concluded: “You mean the daughter of Ernest Charpentier. She played in Hong Kong before she ran away from home,” Selene explained, seeing my surprise. “I developed a perfect memory at the age of ten.”