When the dulcet tones of Mozart filled the room, Jocelyn closed her eyes and seemed to be letting the music carry her into another time and place where gentle sounds and subtle movements reached the soul. He repositioned the chair slightly so he could watch her fingers pluck the strings and, at the same time, view the expression on her face as she played. Jocelyn seated herself behind the instrument, patting the chair beside her. Roberts did not move from her place in the corner. “I would be honored to give you my opinion.” He swallowed the last of his tea and followed Jocelyn into an adjoining chamber.
Would you like to accompany me to the music room for a demonstration? You can tell me if I have improved.” “ Do you still play the harp? As I recall, you were fond of the instrument.”
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