The Story of Audrey Abbott

Chapter II - The Man At The Old Piano

Now, there was a man at the piano who had begun to play and the melodies intonated, with Ava's sweet and angelical voice, accompanying him, in his front, Mrs. McCallister guided us with the notes. I could not miss the opportunity to enjoy behind the entrance of an immense living room, thrilled and admired by her beautiful talent, Ava sang and at the same time smiled at me, I could see that in her, there was courage, confidence, love, creativity, luck, strength, emotion, bravery, brilliance and still squandered beauty.

The song was beautiful and perfect for your voice as delicate as a crystal vase! Her voice matched and was something rare and considered incomparable, she felt confident and well.

She made sure to invite me to sit down and listen to the little performance of her already composed music when the notes began to come out of her mouth, I began to close my eyes and the music guided me to another place to travel, shook my head slowly following the rhythm and melody. The house showed to be cozy, large and brought comfort to those who lived in it. The children ran from there to here, employees brought meals on a tray to the rooms and other rooms.

Well, Martha Wróblewski showed to be arrogant and rude to everyone, wore a beautiful black and conservative dress to our eyes sat in her velvety armchair, her delicate and wrinkled hand landed on her face showed the air of ignorance, part of Martha Wróblewski's life is a mystery to the eyes of certain acquaintances and one never knows what had happened; maybe her husband died or disappeared, maybe suffers from some incurable disease which leads the person not to reveal, perhaps several other problems that no brave would question her, so the unhappiness took care of her. Martha used to tell the evils of her life to her half-sister, Irina; the same vineyard of a wealthy family descended from the Russians, Irina was an opera singer of the 1920s.

On the winter morning, Thereza sat in her favorite armchair in front of her window used to see the children running in the snow with their pets. Her white hair hung in the air, the song she played made her travel back in time drew a beautiful smile as she remembered her dear and late husband Bret, for she believes that, religiously, one day he would awaken from this deep sleep; her tears of hope had wandered in her face. I gently put my hand on her shoulder to offer her a mint tea; Thereza loved to have her afternoon tea and could not wait for tomorrow. Her joy and sympathy was so contagious, even sick she did not give up, her soul was strong.

­— "Thank you my dear, you are a little angel sent by God, it is a blessing." — She smiled and enjoyed the tea. I believe there is no one like Thereza in this world so unjust... Her delicate, wrinkled hand landed on my face. — "Let me walk you to your room, ma'am, it will soon be late to rest because you're look like very tired." — Mrs. Brenévich drew a little smile and slowly rose from her armchair.

Still in a winter night, I took time for a hot bath, the day showed to be very busy. The rest has been a relief and liberating to me... Nothing more than that! I could face a silence there, without the screams of the children running, the baby's cry, the grumblings of the ignorant, the tinkling of the crystal dishes and the footsteps. Here lies the fruit of freedom.

At that moment, the sound of the disc on the gramophone helped rid me of the problems and at the same time made me think of Vince; my ears served as a spokes for Frank Sinatra's voice.

This love of mine goes on and on
Though life is since you have gone
You're on my mind, out of sight
It's through the day
But oh, the night
I cry my out, it's to break
Since matters, let it break
I ask the sun and the moon
The that shine
What's to of it
This love of mine
I ask the sun and the moon
The that shine
What's to of it
This love of mine
This love of mine goes on and on

At the cold night, I approached the window and could see some people walking hand in hand with their loves. I must also say that sometimes I feel so bad that I'm still alone, it's bad, but I've learned to have a little patience and I know that one day I'll find someone who can love me again. Every day that come to passes I am hoping for the day my husband returns to our home, I do not imagine how will be the end of the war, I believe that he is already dead or lost his memory and still in some hospital, I really have no idea! He promised to come back, I feel alone in this world full of ignorance and hypocrisy, and I felt safe in his presence and in his arms.

"Sovereign Lord, great you are upon the whole earth.
Care for and bless those who seek to trust you
Merciful and loving you are, I ask you to take good care of Vince and to all who are loved by me.
Moreover, I ask you forgiveness for being sinners and for the things, you dislike.
I thank you every day of my life and for i will always remember your son, Jesus who in the earth had died to set us free.
So be it! Amen."

Therefore, I finish my daily prayer, always asking Him to take care of my husband and go to bed.

October 1942

The dry autumn leaves fell on the coffin of Thereza Brenévich, some hovering in the air as if the memories were reprised. It is hard to lose someone you love... Oh Sweet Thereza, when I was happy in life I also believe that i suffered, loneliness took over and lived in extreme unhappiness without us realizing it.

She was a woman who loved to sing, dance, paint, cook... It was no longer the same after her faithful husband, Don Bret, passed away. May God receive with open arms and have a good eternal rest, a rest of peace, and I leave her a white rose that was her favorite and a photograph of her marriage. The day is not only of his death, the day is the day that you will see those who were important and loved by you, the day that came to be together again, wasn't that a dream? 

The good thing is that you accomplished and conquered. Everyone around you are crying, but not me... I cannot, because I know you didn't want it! There is no reason to be sad, I think!

I remember the day you told me: "we must enjoy it while we are young, we will never know tomorrow, 'cause tomorrow is a mystery! Enjoy today 'cause today is a gift, tomorrow we will die." and I will follow this advice, I'll fight and i won't give up. Again, I say... There's no time for lamentations, we will smile at those who have done us good, and there's no time to stay isolated. I will always thank my God for that woman, every day of my life! I will always thank for the person she was to me, that person who saw us born and grow up. While us... We saw her grow old and to die! We take care of the way you took care of all of us, and may you rest in peace.