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                Leo  the  difference  between  major  and  minor  seventh  chords  and  thought  he

                was a great boy, eager to learn.
                   Doreen had seen Leo was ‘getting caught up in the wrong set’, but when he
                got  into  music  he  started  doing  well  in  other  things  too.  And  suddenly  he
                wasn’t  getting  into  trouble  with  teachers  any  more,  and  he’d  play  ever ything

                from Chopin through Scott Joplin to Frank Ocean and John Legend and Rex
                Orange County with the same care and commitment.
                   Something  Mrs  Elm  had  said  on  an  early  visit  to  the       Midnight  Librar y
                came to her.

                   Ever y  life   contains  many  millions  of  decisions.  Some   big,  some   small.  But
                ever y   time   one   decision   is   taken   over   another,   the   outcomes   differ.   An
                irreversible variation occurs, which in turn leads to further variations . . .
                   In  this  timeline  right  now,  the  one  where  she     had  studied  a  Master’s  at

                Cambridge,      and   married   Ash   and   had   a   baby,   she   hadn’t   been   in   String
                eor y  on  the  day  four  years  ago  when  Doreen  and  Leo  came           by.  In  this
                timeline,  Doreen  never  found  a  music  teacher  who  was  cheap  enough,  and
                so  Leo  never  persisted  with  music  for  long  enough  to  realise  he  had  a  talent.

                He never sat there, side-by-side with Nora on a Tuesday evening, pursuing a
                passion that he extended at home, producing his own tunes.
                   Nora    felt   herself   weaken.   Not   just   tingles   and   fuzziness   but   somet hing
                stronger,   a   sense   of   plunging   into   nothingness,   accompanied      by   a   brief

                darkening  of  her  vision.  A  feeling  of  another  Nora  right  there  in  the  wings,
                ready  to  pick  up  where  this  one  le  off.  Her  brain  ready  to  fill  in  the  gaps
                and  have  a  perfectly  legitimate  reason  to  be  on  a  day  trip  to  Bedford,  and  to
                fill in ever y absence as if she was here the whole time.

                   Worried     she   knew   what   it   meant,   she   turned   away   from   Leo   and   his
                friend  as  they  were  escorted  away  to  the  police  car,  the  eyes  of  the  whole  of
                Bedford  high  street  upon  them,  and  she  started  to  quicken  her  pace  towards
                the car park.

                   is is a good life . . . is is a good life . . . is is a good life . . .
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