urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:indie_minor indie_minor indie_minor rahne42@hotmail.com indie_minor 2010-10-23T21:44:14Z urn:lj:scribbld.com:atom1:indie_minor:452 Flashback: Nine years ago. 2010-10-23T21:44:14Z 2010-10-23T21:44:14Z It was a quiet afternoon in Two Forks, Maine. Grandad was playing Mozart again.&#160; Pauline sat with her chin on the curved edge alongside the keyboard..<br />The tempo of the piece changed six times in seven minutes. That was unusual. Pauline liked it. It wasn't worried about being any particular thing; it was just going where the music went.<br /> It was one of the ones Mozart hadn't finished before he died, Grandad said. &#160;Somebody else had written the ending.<br /><br />Pauline could tell.