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‘I will, sweetheart. Don’t waste a moment of this wonderful time over there worrying about me.’

‘Same to you! I’m twenty-one now and completely an adult.’

‘Bye, Granny.’ Claire laughed. She was about to ring off, when her daughter stopped her.

‘Wait! Wait! I forgot to tell you. The most amazing thing happened at that concert I went to at the Albert Hall, on my birthday.’

Claire had to smile. She loved her daughter’s passion for life. Everything was amazing to her.

‘Well, first of all, how I got the tickets. They just turned up in my mailbox, inside a birthday card. Two tickets to this concert that was completely sold out for ever!’

‘What a great gift. Who were they from?’

‘I don’t know. There was no name on the card. It was probably Dad though, don’t you think?’

‘I don’t know. Maybe. So what happened at the concert? Someone drop a cymbal?’

‘No. The conductor, this Maestro Connelly, introduced a new piece, a rhapsody he had written, and guess what it was called?’

‘I can’t guess. Tell me.’

‘Rhapsody for Claire. It said it right there in the programme.’

‘So I have my own theme song now. Like Gone With the Wind.’

‘It was a pretty awesome piece of music. Kind of sad, kind of romantic. And he played brilliantly. I’m going to learn it, and play it for you when you come visit in July.’