Wouldn't Miss it for the World

Chapter Seven: Epilog

Two months had passed. Each couple had found homes (Velma had her white picket fence she had dreamed of) and had moved out of their respective apartments. The homes felt warm and inviting; each couple had their friends over frequently.

It was early morning when Daphne extracted herself from Fred's nightly embrace, rising from the bed. She put on a robe, secured the belt and walked through her new home. Her fingertips lovingly touched each piece of furniture; some came from her apartment, some from Fred's although they had added the old piano she and Velma had found in an out of the way antique shop a few days before. The home was quiet except for the soft sounds of the piano being played. Impossible since she and Fred were the only ones in the home.

From the corner of her eye Daphne saw a lady sitting at the piano. Dressed in late 1800's attire, she played the piano beautifully as someone who had many years of practice.

"What…" Daphne turned to stare at the lady intending to ask what she was doing in her home. The lady faded from view, the piano becoming quiet.

Daphne then did two things simultaneously, "Fred!" she screamed. The second thing she did was to call Velma.