“Life feels so good, Tandy.” “It shows.” Her friend scurried to catch up. “I’ve never seen you walk like this.” Claire ignored the comment. “I suppose life shouldn’t feel good, though, I mean, given the circumstances.” “Stop sighing, hon. You’re entitled to a respite from life as a pit. Forget my question. We don’t need to figure out why it feels good now. Just enjoy the positive energy.” “I haven’t talked with Max in eleven days.” “That’s reason enough for the euphoria.” “Well, it shouldn’t be.” “Stop with the ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ already.” “You’re right. I have to keep Max on the back burner for now. I’m determined to figure out me before tackling us. So in answer to your question . . . music is probably why life feels so good. The impact of playing with the symphony is nothing short of amazing. I feel like I’ve come home.” Tandy thrust her arm skyward. “Other things are falling into place. The kids aren’t on the phone twice a day asking how I’m doing.
