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The piano lesson

Solly never missed a week, except on the rare occasions when he was ill. He was always the first to arrive; sometimes so early that he would have tea with us. Anna, who did not...

A stranger in that fair country

They walked across the park, and Isaak spoke of youthful excursions to the Plänterwald. It was his intention, without being too obvious, to point the contrast. Then, that broad and formal beauty under wide blue...

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You found us, then

Dadda let himself in in his usual quiet way and was in the room before anyone was aware of him. I used to play a game of trying to detect the instant of his opening...

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We beat them

Eventually, anyway, Isaak accepted the invitation. He arrived, as I have said, a day late. He did not expect Dadda would be at home, and he wasn’t. But Isaak had expected he would be at...

A new business

We went to live in Cheviot Street after the war, when Dadda came back from the camp in which he had been a prisoner. While he was away we lived in rooms in an even...

The music hammers us

The piano stood in the alcove to the right of the fireplace. It was made of a light walnut wood, with darker-coloured fretting over the faded blue silk above the keyboard. Mamma had got it...