Playing the BluesChapter 2
Jenny woke rested and feeling good, for a few minutes she just lay in bed. The music from last night still running through her head, it felt fantastic to be playing again. She reached out her hand to the cold empty space where Pat used to lie. Sadness filled her heart and she could feel the sharp sting of tears in her eyes. Lying in bed Jenny bawled her eyed out, the mournful cry of the albatross filling her soul. Eventually she pulled herself out of bed and made for the shower. Standing...