Jenna and George are in the living room: he's on bass; she's "playing" the piano--they piece together a song unwritten, father-daughter notes and patterns and strings and hearts exploring, quickening, modulating; she plunks the keys in her pattented cadence; he follows along on his five string until she gets so noisy it all flutters and falls and unwinds and its bedtime. Tonight she'll sleep.
