Jedediah Bonham strolled into his son's hotel with his daughter's confiding little hand in his. The LeFay was understated for his tastes; too much white and not enough red, though the giltwork was nice and there was a great deal of gold bullion fringe on the draperies that he approved of. Someone--Miss Duniway, most likely--was running through a series of exercises on the piano several rooms away. He waved his fingers at Charles behind the front desk, and the man returned it with a respectful-enough if sour nod, followed by a genuine smile for the girl.
"Hello, Charles!" chirped Lily. "Miss Duniway's going to teach me how to play the piano!"
"So I've heard," replied the desk man. "She's in the salon. Best that piano's sounded since it got here."Read the rest of this post