![]() ![]() Gigi followed in his wake, shaking a few hands, and for several minutes everyone chatted. When the mayor moved to greet them, Jack turned on his official game face, glad-handing and schmoozing his way into the crowd. A petite woman stood beside him, her white hair soft and framing lovely, coal-dark eyes. Gigi turned to see a short, balding man with a friendly smile. “So, you’re saying you don’t always think of everything?” she teased. I ought to have a camera and recording crew here.” Jack approached and spoke in her ear, “Damn, I should have expected this. ” The birthday party for the mayor’s wife had certainly turned into an event. She opened the door to a glorious pink sunset and was surprised by at least two dozen people in formal dress, who broke into applause. Then, as the final notes faded, she smiled, replaced her flute, and decided to head back outside to find Jack. She was transported to another realm, and for the few minutes the song lasted, she felt blissful. Gigi held the flute to her lips, her eyes closing as the first evocative notes surrounded her, echoing back and dancing around the walls like magic. ![]()
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