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“Selma?” Albert echoed

“A woman orks for us,” Remi explained “No matter how many ti formal We’ve learned to live with it”

His expression turned cloudy, as though he’d already forgotten what they were talking about By the time they were nearly finished with theirWhen Mrs Beckett returned, he looked up at her and smiled “A shame Oliver couldn’t be here Guests for dinner”

“He’ll be ’round for breakfast” She handed him a thin brown leather photo album about the size of a paperback novel

“What’s this?” he asked

“You askedit”

“Did I? Whatever for?” He opened it, turning through the handful of pages until he reached the last photo “Don’t re these in here”

“Oliver went through your pictures,” she said, clearing their dishes “Put it together for you for the visit”

He stared at the last photo, then looked at Sa you here when you were just a lad You and Oliver used to love banging on that old piano,” he said, nodding toward the parlor “Horrible racket, that”

“Do you play?” Remi asked

“No Not sure e still have it Belonged toWell, I don’t recall who”

“May I?” Sam asked

He handed the albue, to Sam

Re on the piano bench with another boy about the sa a suit and tie “Oliver?” Remi asked