Me: thanks so much for the answer. I recalled that he didn't take sugar I just couldn't remember if he took his coffee with anything added to it.
An UnEarthly Child: thanks. Also thanks for the alert.
I love Janto: hopefully. I should probably answer that eventually but he could have just been going back home. He won't hurt her.
Black Night15: thanks.
Wink N Nodd: thanks for the alert.
jesszco: thanks for the alert.
The next time Molly heard her neighbor's violin playing is was smooth and beautiful, far from the loud screeching that he had been doing a few nights before. She fell onto her bed, closed her eyes and focused entirely on the music. It seemed to be a slow reflective piece. Molly wasn't familiar with any composers so she wouldn't have recognized it even if she could have heard it more clearly through her ceiling. She thought that he might have been trying to be quieter this time.
Molly thought back to her first day at 221C. Her neighbor hadn't stopped by to greet her but she had heard his violin playing. She had sat on her bed and let the music wash over her. Molly had fallen asleep that night without having changed into her pajamas or brushed her teeth. She had felt so embarrassed when she woke up the next day.
Now Molly could imagine his pale thin fingers draw the bow across the violin strings expertly and his face a picture of concentration. She wondered if he was trying very hard not to doze off despite the quality of his playing.
I still don't know his name and here I am picturing what he must look like while playing the violin, Molly thought. It wasn't like he was someone she would normally want to know either. He was rude and inconsiderate. If she never saw him again she would be just fine but her curiosity held her interest. He wasn't like anyone else and he had figured out something about her.
Reluctantly Molly got up and went to shower. He was still playing when she got out. Molly put on her pajamas and then went to bed. It didn't take long for her to drift off to sleep.