When Yvonne woke up the next morning, she felt like her entire body had been wrung like a wet cloth and her brain had been put in a blender.
"What is wrong with me today?" She groaned as she held her head in her tiny hands.
Feeling something amiss, she retracted her hands and brought them before her eyes.
She stared at them intently as though there was something wrong with those tiny yet chubby hands.
'Why do I feel like I had prettier nails than these?' She brought her fingers closer and made a disgusted face when she saw the tiny stubby nails that Mrs. Jacinth had cut for her.
Remembering Mrs. Jacinth, she felt a strange ache in her heart that she couldn't understand nor could she pinpoint why it had suddenly arisen.
The knock on the door brought her back from her thoughts and after giving permission to the person outside, Yvonne was overjoyed to see the old maid she was just thinking about entering the room.
Yvonne seems to recall a few aspects of her 'dream' last night.
I wonder what her investigation about this musical piece will lead her to?
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