““We are going to pick up our instruments and play Mozart,” Honoria announced. “And we are going to do it with smiles on our faces.” “I have no idea what any of you are talking about,” Daisy said. “I will play,” Sarah said, “but I make no promises about a smile.” She looked at the piano and blinked. “And I am not picking up my instrument.” Iris actually giggled. Then her eyes lit up. “I could help you.” “Pick it up?” Iris’s grin grew positively devilish. “The window is not far . . .” “I knew I loved you,” Sarah said with a wide smile.””
