Story: Adagio
It is one of the times you’re really thankful you don’t have to think about money. The brilliantly clear sound of strings fills the rooms of your condo. You’re standing in front of the window, observing the Capitol without actually seeing it as you listen to the violin weeping. There are no words and you know it. Music is the only thing left to describe what this woman is doing to you. You touch your forehead to the windowpane and you feel the glass chilling you to the bone. The violin’s wailing increases in a powerful crescendo, capturing you, enveloping you, overwhelming you. You push your head harder into the glass. Letting the sounds overpower you, pressing your fist to your face to keep from sobbing. Raising into a powerful climax, the whole orchestra comes to an abrupt halt. Suddenly surrounded by silence, you feel your knees give out beneath you. A strangled sob escaping your throat, you let yourself slide down to the floor. Unable to think of anything but the fact that JJ gave birth to healthy boy today.