How sweet a simple do re mi can sound, thought Roxana on the third floor, humming along with the violin.The octave was completed, and she called out from the kitchen, “Get ready, Jehangir, the water’s hot!”The violin pursued the major scale into the next key. He ignored his mother, absorbed by the jigsaw piece in his hand. To locate its place in the world of his puzzle was all he wanted at the moment.“Almost boiling now, Jehangir. And so am I, I’m warning you.”“It’s not my turn today.”“Don’t try your tricks – Murad had his bath yesterday. Hurry, the water is turning to useless steam!”A shadow fell upon the incomplete Lake Como. He looked up and saw his father standing over him. “You can’t hear Mummy? Go at once, don’t make her shout.”Roxana felt tender towards her husband. She could never predict if he was going to side with the children or support her.Jehangir relinquished the jigsaw, and Yezad took over. “Your son is completely addicted. The way he concentrates, you’d think he was looking for his own place in the world.”He picked up the blue piece that had defied Jehangir and tried it in various parts of Lake Como before giving up.
