Roni was at the piano, playing something classical — Mozart maybe. It was three in the afternoon on a bright, beautiful day, and the only customers were a couple of ladies on the patio who seemed to be enjoying the music as much as Andie. On slow days, Roni often spent time at the piano. Though she’d given up playing as a career, it wasn’t as if she could give it up for life. It was a part of her. When she’d moved to the island, she’d brought the piano with her, installed it at the bar, and declared herself Andie’s newest hostess/entertainer. Andie hadn’t minded. In fact, she’d thought it an ideal situation. A piano was exactly what the bar had needed. And someone to play it on occasion was even better. And though Roni was playing classical at the moment, she often pulled out jazz or contemporary pieces in the evening. Sometimes old show tunes. Whatever the selection, the patrons seemed to enjoy it. Classical was her go-to, though, and if the place wasn’t filled with men watching ballgames, it was usually what she played.
