don't forget to read the first installations of this little story before you read this finale. Part one, two, and three were published earlier this week, and regular service will return on Monday!
"Be well. Do good work. Keep in touch." - Garrison KeillorTogether, they began the circuit, a second time for both. What they did for each other’s music applied to their emotions and lives as well. There was money to pay the rent, and no need for those regular jobs that fulfilled neither. He was no WB, but Ginny somehow knew that Sam was better in general, if worse in specifics. Once in a blue moon, she might wonder what might have been, but then it was time to return to the stage, and these new old songs allowed only for the emotion required to sing them, not wondering over past loves.
Sam and Ginny settled again into the lives of itinerant musicians, though this time success came neither too fast nor just at the right time. Older they were, but wiser they often were not. There was more and different emotion between them than Ginny was used to, but it made no difference to their music, which was already far different than before. Genevieve’s voice had more depth now, as time ravaged and youth’s pure tones could not be reclaimed. Still, from time to time, things were well enough that Ginny could go home again. Never for long, never too often, but her pride was assuaged. Sad goodbyes were seldom ever heard, but heartfelt they were, even those with WB.Too old was a relative word, as they made fine music, complete and haunting. It was haunting as they continued to hope for that love between them that had ruined each of them in their first attempt with others. They hoped, and it flittered through their lives but never returned to either again.
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