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[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 22

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairing: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]

Characters: Swatch Paletta, Spamton Addison, Eos Addison [Pink Addison], Ballew Addison [Blue Addison], Sienna Addison-Timothy [Orange Addison], Saffron Timothy-Addison [Yellow Addison], T.M. Tanner [Tasque Manager], Catechu Dyer [Swatchling], Indigo Dyer [Swatchling], GiGi McCray [Queen], Leroux Kaard [Rouxls Kaard], mentioned Mama Michelina [OC]. mentioned Papa Andy [OC], mentioned Coz Pitchiner [NDU]

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Chaos Of The Bells, Part Two

Chapter summary: Some halls get decked, some preconceptions get wrecked, and thus the holiday season lurches on.

Author notes: No real warnings needed for this chapter, other than an alcohol mention [very brief]. No flashbacks this chapter, either. Can't say the same for the next few chapters [cue ominous incidental music].

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January 3, 2022 - 8AM

T.M. 's phone played her “cool beats” text notification, giving her a much-needed reason to excuse herself from the nauseating sight of her mother fawning over her latest boyfriend at the breakfast table. At least this one kept his beard neatly trimmed and didn’t wear more eyeliner than T.M. herself did.

When she’d made it safely to her room, she flopped down on her bed and opened her messages. The newest was from her suitemate Regina McCray.

From: THEQUEENOFEVERYTHING

To: TABBYCAT

LOL You WIll Never Guess Who I Hooked Up With On New Years Eve

I’ll Give You One Guess He’s Tall And Goofy And Likes Puzzles. And Bonus Clue He Has A Cute Kid In Preschool

T.M. groaned and barely restrained herself from throwing the phone at the wall. She was fond of Leroux Kaard in her own way, and she did agree with GiGi that Leroux’s adopted son Lance was indeed very cute, although a bit hyper even for a four-year-old.

But Leroux with GiGi? GiGi the unstoppable, GiGi whose mouth ran five times faster than her brain, GiGi who had to be gently reminded that other people had feelings? GiGi who never took anything seriously until the absolute very last minute?

Poor ‘Roux. He was going to get his heart stomped on like a hapless civilian getting trampled by a mecha in a bad movie.

If this spun out into something more than a “wham bam thank you ma’am”, T.M. could count on her last semester at Inwood being very interesting.

In the cursed sense of may you live in interesting times kind of “interesting”.

December 30, 2021 - 2PM

Saffron was startled to see her water glass completely full again after she could have sworn she’d just drained it; she hadn’t even noticed the server until he was directly across from her, refilling her lunch companion’s water glass. She gathered herself to say, “Thank you… Lou?”

Lou smiled brilliantly at her and moved away. Swatch raised an eyebrow over the rims of those [ridiculous] tinted eyeglasses, as though surprised that she could be nice to a server.

“I met Sienna at an Athleta shop in Greenwich,” she found herself blurting out. “Of course an Addison would be shopping in Greenwich, and of course a Timothy from New Rochelle shouldn’t have any business there.”

Now both of Swatch’s eyebrows were raised, but he… they … didn’t reply. So Saffron kept talking.

“Sienna was just so… serene, so sweet. We were both looking at yoga pants, but our reasons were entirely different. I’m the fitness expert, the one who helps keep people’s bodies in shape; she works with minds and hearts. She was looking for something to wear to project an aura of peace… I was looking for something practical that my clients would get the most out of wearing while they exercised. She turned to me as we were looking at the same rack of stuff and asked me my opinion.”

She smiled ruefully, reminiscing, “ I probably came off as a bossy jerk.”

Swatch gave her a half-smile and an encouraging nod, so Saffron continued. “I can’t help it. I’m the oldest of eight kids and I’m used to needing to bark orders to kids who don’t listen. It was a real burst of sunshine to have someone listen to me for a change… somebody who wasn’t paying me for the privilege.”

She continued to describe how that chance encounter with SIenna led to their first date, and then more dates over the next few months, and finally to the first holiday she got to spend with the Addison family, where she met Sienna’s two older brothers and her younger brother.

“Have you SEEN that house, Swatch?”

“Not in person, but Spamton has described it.”

“Then you can understand why it was kind of confusing to imagine that as a place where SIenna could have grown up. But it’s the perfect setting for a spoiled brat, prep school trust fund kid like Gainsboro.”

The man across the table from Saffron leaned towards her and asked, “Why do you keep calling my partner by a name he doesn’t want to use?” The tone of voice was guarded, but Saffron could hear the implied disapproval, and she did her best not to bristle as she replied, “Because that’s what Sienna has always called him!”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Hmmm. Then I think she’s the only person who does, besides you.”

Defensive now, she tried to explain, remembering some of her and Sienna’s earlier conversations about their separate families. Saffron had given the bare bones description of the Timothy brood, but Sienna took sweet and shy pride in talking about her three brothers.

“It might sound weird, but… Her mom and dad told her, when they announced the pregnancy, that this baby was going to be Sienna’s baby, and she took that to heart. She adored him, spent all her time after school with him, even though the family had a live-in nanny. Sienna called him her little boy blue, after that famous painting.”

That got a fuller smile out of Swatch. Encouraged, she kept going, musing, “On our first date, Sienna told me that after her parents died and Eos and Ballew left school and changed their career paths to work at Addison Cybernetics, she was the only one around for the kid to talk to.”

Saffron reached for her glass and gulped more water. “I know she went too far in spoiling him,” she muttered, “ but Sienna wasn’t given any kind of blueprint. She spent all her time after school with her baby brother, when she could have been a normal teenager with her own stuff to do. She went to freakin’ community college instead of escaping from that… that mausoleum of a house, and going away to school like she wanted to… By the time she graduated, her two older brothers had sent Gainsboro away to that snobby academy, and her baby didn’t need her any more.”

She was horrified to feel herself getting choked up. She hadn’t realized just how much resentment she had harbored against her brother-in-law on her wife’s behalf over the years.

“Will you excuse me?” she said, rising slowly. “I’m just going to the restroom.” She did her best not to break into a run after leaving the table.

So that’s how it was, Swatch thought to themself while they waited for Saffron to return. Spamton’s sister-in-law had formed her own thoughts on Spamton through how Sienna viewed him.

Talk about unreliable narrators!

They doubted that they were going to get any kind of accurate answer to why Saffron disliked Spamton so heartily, when viewed through that kind of lens. And they had lost any kind of appetite they might have had for Arcobaleno’s famous gelato .

Saffron apparently had lost her own appetite as well, because when Swatch asked whether she wanted dessert, she just shook her head. Visibly clamping down on her emotions, the woman signaled to Lou for the check and refused to let Swatch chip in any more than a tip. [Which of course Swatch made sure was in excess of 25%.]

The two left the restaurant in awkward silence. Once outside though, after a mumbled inquiry as to whether Saffron could drop Swatch off anywhere and Swatch assured Saffron that it wasn’t necessary, using their new cane to gesture that they weren’t terribly far from home, Saffron dropped her bombshell.

“He called ME a gold digger, even when he was sleeping with that professor for money. Make sure he doesn’t pull a shakedown act on you.”

Swatch opened their mouth and shut it again rapidly, afraid that they looked like a stunned fish. Before they could come up with a response to that inflammatory statement, Saffron turned and walked away, heading to the parking lot with her head down.

They weren’t sure whether they’d gained a new relative, or had made a new enemy.

December 24, 2021 - 6AM

Eos Addison was feeling all of his forty-one years this particular Christmas Eve morning at dawn, standing alone in the kitchen with a rapidly cooling cup of coffee in his hands. The light snow that he had seen from his bedroom window in the middle of the night had tapered off, but the clouds were still hanging heavy and full of moisture in the air. A low-lying fog now lay over the grounds. The view beyond the French doors that led to the covered patio fit his mood… muzzy, yet unsettled.

His mind kept trying to find things he had forgotten to do before closing the Addison Cybernetics offices for the holiday week, but the circle wouldn’t complete itself. Nothing had been forgotten; Ballew wouldn’t have let anything be forgotten. Ballew never dropped any of the balls he was juggling, and especially not the ones he plucked out of Eos’s feeble grasp.

Anyone else would be thankful to be shedding work responsibilities in the season of cheer, but not him. He wanted to be handling business problems rather than dealing with the tattered wreck that his family had become.

His most excruciating failure lay asleep upstairs. At least this Christmas, his youngest brother was safely asleep under a roof, tucked between the softest microfiber sheets money could buy and covered with luxurious fleece blankets and a sinfully decadent duvet.

No thanks to any effort on his part.

He was going to ruin the day for everyone else if he persisted in letting this mood control him, Eos realized with a jolt. He physically and mentally gave himself a shake and strode out of the kitchen, making his way to the music room. If he were quiet enough, he could get an hour in on the baby grand before Gerard arrived and everyone else woke up.

He started with several warm-up exercises before losing himself in his beloved Bach concertos. He wandered his way through the first movement and halfway through the second movement of Piano Concerto No. 1 in D Minor before he noticed the shadow on the wall beside him. Without turning around or breaking off the music flowing through his fingers, thinking that it was Ballew, he murmured, “There’s room on the bench!”

Eos kept playing, completing the Adagio and segueing neatly into the final Allegro , stumbling only slightly over the keys when he realized that it was Spamton, not Ballew, who’d sat down next to him. He recovered quickly, giving a head tilt and a tentative smile at his youngest brother before finishing the concerto and placing his hands loosely on his lap. He turned himself on the bench to face Spamton and said, “Good morning! I wasn’t expecting you to be awake so early! DId you sleep okay?”

“Really well, thanks,” Spamton replied. “And - and you?”

“Mmmmm, not bad,” Eos found himself answering automatically, wanting so badly instead to shout and scream, No, my sleep was lousy. I keep thinking you’re dead and that I’m just imagining you alive. I’m so glad you’re here and I’m scared stiff that you’re not really here and I can’t tell the difference anymore between having waking nightmares and sleeping ones.

Instead, he asked, “Care to play some two-handed carols with me, like we used to do?”

Spamton blinked at his eldest brother, seemingly taken aback by the query, but he answered with what sounded like genuine happiness in his tone, “S-sure!”

They started together with the Coventry Carol, then worked their joint way through “It Came Upon The Midnight Clear”. Then Eos started picking the chords of “Masters In This Hall” with his left hand, an exaggerated frown on his face, while Spamton broke into an impish grin and played “Bring A Torch, Jeannette, Isabella” as counterpoint with his right hand, The brothers started pressing their respective keys harder and louder and moving closer together on the bench until their arms and hands crossed over one another onto opposite sides of the keyboard, like something out of a Looney Tunes cartoon. Eos broke character first and started to play “Chopsticks” with both hands, which sent Spamton into a fit of laughter.

“I’ve m-m-missed this so m-much,” he said. “Thank you, Eos.”

Eos looked down at the piano, fingers stilling on the keys, and muttered, “For the last few Christmases, I thought we’d never have the chance to do this again.” Then he snaked an arm around Spamton and pulled him into a half-hug, hoping his gesture would be enough, since he no longer trusted his voice.

His little brother just leaned into the hug and stayed silent.

Eos heard the ding of his phone’s alarm. reminding him that Gerard would be waiting to be let in to start cooking for the day. He squeezed Spamton one more time and dropped a kiss on the top of his hair before getting up and stretching. “I could use some coffee, how about you?”

And the magic moment was gone.

December 25, 2021 - 10AM

“Do you have room for two more, or is this gonna be a boys-only holiday?” a feminine voice chirped.

Ballew surged forward when he saw who was at the door. He grabbed Sienna in a bear hug, then released her and did the same to Saffron. He noticed the strained look on the latter’s face when he let go, but was distracted by Sienna tugging on his arm as she entered the foyer and practically dragging him down the hallway.

They both passed Eos and Spamton, who had been alerted by the doorbell. Spamton looked at Saffron standing alone on the threshold, as though she wasn’t sure she was welcome, and deliberately put on a cheerful expression. “Happy C-Christmas, Saffron. C-can I help bring - bring in your stuff?”

The corners of her lips twitched up in a smile that was as manufactured as his own, and she replied, “That would be just keen .” She turned abruptly and went back outside.

Eos put a hand on Spamton’s shoulder in silent support as they both followed Saffron to the car. “I detect some trouble in paradise,” he murmured.

Hmmmmmm.

His sister and his sister-in-law showing up before noon on Christmas Day, when the two of them had said they would be out of town until New Year’s?

Definitely trouble in paradise.

December 26, 2021 - 7PM

“I don’t want to keep repeating ‘I miss you’, but I do,” Spamton wrote in the Burning Questions Project journal. “Not even four months ago, I didn’t even know you existed, and now you are the most important person in my life.”

He knew it wasn’t a question, but he didn’t care about semantics at the moment.

“So the biggest question, out of all the burning questions, is why do I love you? And why the hell am I trying to put that into words, anyway?

“Well, front and center, I think the word ‘steadfast’ was invented for you. Oh, I know that most people think of that Hans Christian Andersen story when that word’s mentioned, but seriously, you are the epitome of that soldier with his unwavering tin heart and his absolute faith in his ballerina. You give all your mind, all your support, all of YOU in everything you do, even when it’s something negative. Like when you had first made up your mind about me being a stuck-up brat. Yeah, it wasn’t pleasant being despised, but you were firm in your convictions.

“So I learned to love you for your steadfastness. It made a real difference compared to all the other people in my life who only wanted to know what I could do for them.

“You’re good to your friends, good to your family, and you don’t put up with bullshit. Those are all lovable qualities in my eyes.”

Sitting back in the armchair in the study, he tapped his pen against his knee. Spamton was at a loss as to how to phrase that he thought Swatch was gorgeous without sounding shallow, as if he only cared about Swatch’s appearance.

But it was a plain fact that Swatch was easy on the eyes, and an absolute delight to hold, and to kiss, and to… and to do things to, things that made Swatch make utterly delicious noises…

Even though he was all alone in the room, Spamton got up quickly and hid his notebook under a cushion, feeling himself blushing to the tips of his ears.

That line of thinking was better to pursue when there wasn’t any chance of a sibling popping in to tease him. Particularly after the way last night had gone.

December 25, 2021 - late afternoon into evening

“Great idea, kiddo,” Ballew tossed over his shoulder as he stalked ahead of the rest of the family to get back to the house as fast as possible. He needed to get into dry clothing before he caught pneumonia. But he was smiling as he said it.

“S-s-sorry,” replied Spamton, not sounding sorry at all. “B-but it was fun! At least we got s-some exercise!”

“Playing Frisbee in the snow is fun,” Sienna interjected. “Playing Frisbee in sleet and fog is, ummmm, less fun.” But she too was smiling, as was Saffron; their arms were wrapped around each other’s waists and they both seemed a lot less tense than they’d been in the morning. When Spamton had suggested reviving the Addison tradition of working up an appetite before their big dinner, the two women had been the most enthusiastic, and the first to agree.

“You planning on introducing Swatch to this little custom, Spamton?” Ballew continued as Eos unlocked the door to the mudroom and the whole family shed their wet outerwear. He probably thought he was being subtle, but everyone’s heads turned to him.

Saffron’s eyebrows were raised, Sienna wore a confused look, and Eos asked, “Swatch? Was that who you brought as your date to the Blacks’ party?”

And that released a whole avalanche of questions and comments from Sienna and Saffron.

“Wait, my baby brother has a boyfriend? Since when?”

“Isn’t Swatch Spamton's roommate…”

“Oh my god, they’re roommates?”

“You’re dating again, Gainsboro? After what happened the last time?”

That last interjection was the last straw for Spamton.

“HOLD THE PHONE!” he yelled, then put one hand over his face and groaned. “L-look, can this w-wait until after dinner? I was going to t-talk to everybody about it. Really. I pr-promise I’m n-not hiding anything this - this time.”

Ballew shot Saffron one of his trademarked Evil Eye glances, the one that usually came out at boardroom meetings when he needed to quell talk of hostile takeovers. “I agree with Spamton. Let’s all calm down. This will keep until later. I want a hot shower and a hot meal, in that order, and I’m sure you all want the same.”

Sienna looked back at Ballew with nearly as sharp a look as he’d given her wife, but she let out a half-snort, half-sigh and conceded with a silent “OK” gesture.

“Agreed,” Eos chimed in. “But I definitely want to hear more about this ‘Swatch’ guy.”

“They’re n-not a ‘guy’. They’re a person. And they - they’re from Queens, and they’re twenty-one, and they’re sweet…” Spamton sputtered.

An hour and a half later, the five of them had demolished a huge meal, the entrees that Gerard had prepared yesterday being equally balanced between carnivore and vegetarian palettes. Dessert was tiramisu, and Eos cranked up the espresso maker and broke out the brandy, the Kahlua, and the Creme Yvette. No one seemed in a rush to move out of the dining room, and the atmosphere was more relaxed than it had been all day.

Which was why Spamton hated to ruin it, but that casual comment by Eos about Swatch being his date had set things in motion sooner than Spamton would have wanted. It couldn’t be helped; the deed was done, and Spamton would have to muddle through somehow. He was NOT going to disappear again, and he was going to be moving to a place where any and all of his siblings… yes, even Saffron… could find him and visit him whenever they liked.

If one were being technical, the only person’s APPROVAL that Spamton NEEDED for making a change in his residence was Ballew’s, due to Ballew’ responsibility for Spamton’s finances until he turned twenty-five and could administer his own trust. But he WANTED his family members to be reassured that he wasn’t just jumping into a cohabiting situation blindly.

Every head turned to him as he cleared his throat and started telling his siblings about Swatch Paletta, about the months they’d lived together in the dorm, how Swatch and he had gotten closer after Swatch’s accident, how Swatch needed to find a new place after losing their scholarship, and how he, Spamton, had been instrumental in finding that new place for Swatch.

“Swatch isn’t M-Mike, they never c-c-c-could be M-Mike…”

He trailed off after his stutter got to be too much for him to even string a sentence together. He bowed his head and looked at the “clouds” in his coffee, not wanting to see the looks on anyone’s faces, expecting to hear disappointment in their reactions, or worse, pitying “understanding” that poor little Gainsboro had latched onto another manipulator and needed to be protected from himself.

Eos spoke up first. “It sounds to me like Spamton and Swatch are making the decision to live together jointly. I mean, I can’t tell from meeting them first, but I don’t think this sounds like a power move on Swatch’s part.”

“But living together when it’s just them and you in a small house… it’s different than dorming with this guy and a couple of other roommates,” Sienna said. “If the relationship doesn’t work out, you’re stuck in a lease for six months, with no Housing Office to step in.”

Trust his sister to think of practicalities. But it seemed to Spamton that she was more accepting that this WAS a relationship than he’d expected her to be.

Ballew tapped a dessert spoon on the side of his brandy glass, and they all turned to him. “I’ve got the advantage over the rest of you since I’ve already met Swatch, and…” he held up his hand when the others looked like they were about to interrupt en masse , “AND we aren’t talking about someone who’s out to make Spamton into a puppet again. Literally or figuratively.”

“P-p-p-plus the house isn’t - isn’t that small,” Spamton interjected. “There’s p-p-plenty of room if we need space from one another.”

“My, that’s mature of you, Gainsboro. Well thought-out.” That was Saffron, and Spamton was taken aback. Her tone was no different than how she usually addressed him, but he had the sneaking suspicion that there was more than one level of conversation going on here. Was that comment meant for him, or for Sienna?

Sienna herself was unfazed by her wife’s statement and asked, “So when do we get to meet this paragon?”

“I’m n-n-not sure… let me ask them.”

Eos took the opportunity to stand up, saying in a silly British accent, “Right, let’s have a ding dong.” He looked conspiratorially at Spamton, who brightened considerably and started humming, “Ding dong merrily on high” as he too got up. The rest of the siblings looked puzzled until they realized that their eldest and their youngest brothers intended to serenade them in the music room.

“We haven’t sung Christmas carols together in YEARS,” Sienna whispered in Saffron’s ear as she followed the men out of the dining room. “You should hear Gainsboro… he’s got the voice of an angel. Or at least he used to.”

Saffron frowned slightly. “Seems to be a day for revisiting traditions. Hope you and I can invent some of our own.”

Sienna didn’t have an answer to that. She didn’t want to start that argument again.

January 16, 2022 -3PM

Spamton’s heart was pounding as Ballew expertly parked in front of the Tibbetts Avenue townhouse. Swatch’s Toyota was in the driveway, with T.M.’s Pontiac and an unfamiliar VW Bug parked right behind it.

This was really happening.

He got out almost before the car had actually stopped, and sprinted up the porch steps. Swatch opened the door an instant after Spamton rang the doorbell and swept him up in their arms in a hearty embrace, seeming not to notice or care that they had an audience both inside and outside the house.

Well, if Swatch wasn’t going to care, then neither was Spamton. He kissed along Swatch’s jaw, nestling his head into the crook of their neck for a few precious seconds, and then slid down Swatch’s body until he was back on his feet.

By that time Eos had pulled up behind Ballew’s car in the U-Haul and had parked, coming up the stairs. The porch was getting quite crowded, but Swatch took over, inviting Spamton’s brothers inside and handling the group introductions with their usual aplomb.

“You know my cousins, Indigo and Catechu,” they said as they led everyone into the kitchen, where the twins stood talking to T.M. and two other people. The tall girl in the black turtleneck, white pants and white snow boots turned out to be T.M. 's roommate GiGi, and the slender man with the silver cornrowed hair was Leroux.

Spamton resisted the urge to tell Swatch that he already knew Mister Wormyhead. No use endangering his DJ spot.

Eos and Ballew shook hands all around, and then T.M. started giving directions like a circus trainer. In less time than Spamton expected, his clothes and personal items had been moved into the downstairs bedroom [where Swatch’s clothes were already unpacked and put away], and his stereo equipment, his record collection, his books, and the desk with the bookshelf hutch from his bedroom at home were set up in one of the upstairs bedrooms.

Swatch mentioned in passing, during one of the trips upstairs and down, that they had already set up their studio in the other upstairs bedroom in the two weeks they’d been living there. They now deflected T.M. from “volunteering” to give a tour with one raised eyebrow. She pouted, but complied. Swatch beamed back at her like a benevolent emperor, and Spamton once again envied their camaraderie.

As if T.M.’s latest statement had been some sort of signal, GiGi announced that “We” were heading to dinner if anyone cared to join them. It was hard to tell whether the “We” meant the group at large, or if she was using the royal “We”, as T.M. said she sometimes did.

Catechu said, “Sorry, can’t make it, gonna catch up with Kendra.”

“Guess you’re stuck with me, then, Indo,” parried T.M. as she linked Indigo’s arm through hers.

Leroux said politely, “Verily nice to meeteth all of you,” as he followed GiGi out.

Spamton exchanged a look with both his brothers, who found an excuse to pull him into a corner to say their goodbyes, citing the forecast of possible bad weather. Ballew promised to text as soon as he got back to Purchase, and Eos nodded his agreement.

The twins each punched Spamton lightly in the arm. As they and T.M. took their leave, T.M. said, “Anyway, you’re missing the real reason why we needed all hands on deck to move you in today, Short Stuff.”

“Oh? Wh-what’s that?”

“What’s that, says the guy who only has eyes for the big beautiful Birdman in the kitchen. Go check out the OTHER big beauty in the living room.” On that cryptic note, the three departed.

Leaving Spamton and Swatch alone in the kitchen.

Swatch stood leaning their back on the edge of the kitchen sink, arms crossed over their chest, their posture entirely too casual.

They’re as nervous as I am , Spamton realized. He reached his arms out to Swatch, and they both met in the middle of the room, holding onto each other for dear life.

“I thought they’d n-never leave.”

“There’s a surprise for you waiting in the living room.”

“I don’t c-care, I haven’t hugged you in almost a m-m-month. A surprise c-can wait.”

“Mmmmm. I missed those starfish hugs of yours.”

“Well, there’s pl-plenty more where that one c-came from.”

“Mmmmmmmmmm.”

Spamton very reluctantly pulled himself out of Swatch’s arms and looked up into the other’s face. “Okay, I g-guess I can handle a surprise now.”

Swatch smiled down at him, eyes crinkling up at the corners. “Well, it’s actually a surprise for both of us, and I swear I had nothing to do with it. You’ll see. C’mon.” They held their big warm hand out; Spamton took it and laced their fingers together as they both left the kitchen.

Spamton had seen photos of the living room and remembered the loveseat and the recliner on one side of the room. He remembered the fireplace and he remembered the cushioned window seat.

He did NOT remember the upright piano.

“Surprise,” Swatch said in a soft voice. “Mrs. Anselmo had it in storage, and left me a note when I picked up the keys from her grandson. Her husband was the one who played, and she’s happy to know someone will play it now.”

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