Rebecca Winslow smiled dreamily down at her tiny daughter lost in the music. “I’m escaping…” she confided mysteriously. Closing pale blue eyes she drifted deeper into her own world long graceful fingers gliding smoothly across the ivories. Xzan stood transfixed, clinging to her mother’s indigo silk skirts, overwhelmed by some nameless emotion stirring deep inside of her soul. Grannie Winslow peered at the chubby two-year-old over the top of round rimmed spectacles thin lips puckering in a frown. “Sissy! Leave mother alone. Come sit by me.” A thin blue veined hand patted a spot next to her on the divan. The tiny dark haired girl meekly obeyed pulling herself up awkwardly on to the rose colored cushions. Grannie pushed silver spectacles higher up the bridge of her aquiline nose concentrating once more on the hem of the skirt she was repairing for her daughter-in-law. “Becca!”
