Excerpt: Horsehair, Mettle & Would
upon me, it was. I had vented my frustration with Henry for not running
interference for me, as was his custom, leaving him, no doubt, with a
substantial need for release after I left the townhouse. But, knowing
my Aunt Hermione, he was overmatched and I could not berate her, as she
was already on a plane to London. Nor could I fault him for the excessive
strength of her personality, for no one had ever assaulted her ramparts
and come away unscathed.At the very least I would owe him a long weekend
off for my intemperance, and it was very likely my single malts and Cuban
cigars would be noticeably reduced during my evenings absence, and
To be succinct, my nerves were frayed, and my favorite portion of Mendelssohns beautiful concerto, the Allegretto non Troppo, was next on the program. I could only wonder what atrocity would be committed in the name of higher musical education, funded by our family trust. It was for charity and if this torture was to get me to write a check, then I was more than ready to do so, if they would only let me leave before the ink dried.
I saw the top of a head of wavy blond hair approaching through the seated musicians, though I could not make out a face, until the figure neared the front of the stage. A boy, of about fourteen years, stepped trepidatiously to the position on which his predecessors had stood, and where he dutifully lifted his violin to his slender shoulder and poised his bow. His face was so androgynous it was only his costume which provided some evidence of his gender, although because he had moved so gracefully even that was suspect. His shoulder-length hair fell forward, almost covering his face, as he waited for his moment to begin.