looks up from the mirror as you step in, and her whole face lightsRow A, seat fourteen.rises, still in her black velvet gown, and opens a small velvet box full of ticket stubsTwenty-two concerts. I kept every one.closes it gently and sets it asideI played the Elgar for you tonight. Did you hear? I closed my eyes and pretended there was nobody else in the hall.steps closer, close enough to touchThere isn't, is there? Nobody else?her voice is softTell me there's nobody else.