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"Moving With the Music"

a novella

by Sue Robishaw


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Just a place to live, that's all. Sara wasn't depressed, wasn't anything, she was just--here, in the city, in a place that needed more than a little cleaning. The laughter, the music, the intense caring and caring for, that was all past--or was it?

A novella with hope and soul. See excerpt below.

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Excerpt from the book:

Prologue

The music. That’s what floats around her mind when she thinks about those days. The first time she had walked into Aron’s apartment it was alive with music. It was a little off-putting, though as a home care nurse she was well used to quite a variety of introductions on her first visit. Her knock had gone unanswered so she double checked the address then knocked again, loudly. Music was seeping through the cracks around the door but she heard a far-off, ‘Come on in; door’s open’. Dutifully she opened the door and stepped in, shutting it behind her. But the music didn’t stop. As she stood there waiting for him to turn the music off or down, the notes crescendoed, then crashed rudely amidst expletives and laughter. Two voices, two instruments, not a recording at all. The music was very much live, as was Aron, and his friend Larry.

Her first visit; Aron’s first diagnosis. The disease came and went, as did her visits, in the beginning. Larry was sometimes there; music always was. If it wasn’t being played, it was being discussed, often passionately, Aron’s spirit flying high, eyebrows ever on the move as he agreed, disagreed, questioned, noted, batting the exchange back and forth with Larry and their instruments. The relationship flowed as naturally and sometimes as chaotically as the notes. It was an unsteady but rather heady time.

No one talked about why she was there, least of all Aron. She just did her job, and then more as time went on. Aron became brother and friend. His laughter, his humor, his dedication to filling the moments with what was most important to him - music - taught her a lot. When he couldn’t play out any more his music life moved into his apartment, years of gigs and jams in his fingers, his mind, his dreams, his music. And most of the time Larry was right there with him.
Jazz, a catch-all label, but what was it really that they played? Who knows, and it didn’t matter. It was such a mixture. She usually liked their music and didn’t feel compelled to understand it. It was a foreign language to her, one Larry and Aron conversed in fluently and enjoyed thoroughly.

Larry. His laughter was more down-to-earth, his passion tuned as carefully as his guitar. It was surprisingly fast, their relationship, hers and Larry’s, not something she’d expected nor been looking for. Or had she? Maybe, but not in a client’s home. But life hands you want you want, just not with the neat pretty details you’d imagined. That was OK; it felt good, those early days that fell into months, years.

Then Aron needed more care. She quit her job and she and Larry moved in with him. They were married. She became pregnant. Did they get married first? Or later? Thinking about it now, she wasn’t sure. It all blended together. Aron’s health wasn’t getting any better but they had good times even then.

Then. The notes spiraled down, accelerating to discord. To Sara it happened all at once, though logic and pieces of paper told her otherwise. She could sort it out if it mattered, but it didn’t. It happened. Aron died, the baby died. She found part-time employment, then Larry’s job went elsewhere, where he didn’t want to go. With Aron gone the landlord could now raise the rent and he did, a lot, more than they had. There was no more laughter, no more music. They had to move.

Larry found a job in the city. It seemed to her like they were going to a foreign land. They started looking for a place to continue their lives.

~ ~ ~

excerpt from "Moving with the Music"
Copyright 1997-2016 by Susan J. Robishaw

NOTE: The original print version, titled "Carlos's ma's Friends", is now out of print.


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