Tinkering at the piano was one of the greatest joys in Emmet's life. Partnering with a splendid singer made it better. To his surprise, he had found one in the most unlikely form of Hyacinth's youngest sister. She jumped in with the singing and before long they were making merry music together. Rose had a gorgeous golden contralto that could shake the timbers. Hyacinth stomped in and made a fuss that Rose had outstayed her welcome.
'Let's get you home, dear.'
'Certainly not, Hyacinth. Rose has a wonderful voice. In fact, I will want to engage her in some performances I am planning for next month.'
'Should she at least wear a longer skirt before you decide that dear?'
Hyacinth's face got all twitchy.
'Unnecessary' Emmet shrugged. 'Have you heard her voice? She deserves to be a muse.'
He could see Liz, Richard, Daisy and Onslow gathered at the back of the hall in amazement. He was standing up to Hyacinth. Unthinkable! Liz and Richard looked at each other and silently cheered.
'Oh Emmet! Can I call you Emmet? I'd love to be your muse!'
And she took hold of his face and dived in for the most astounding kiss. Emmet felt his legs start to give way. He crashed onto the piano seat and let Rose fall on top of him. He didn't care anymore.
'Rose!' Cried Hyacinth. Put Mr Hawksworth down at once!'
Emmet looked up and decided it was worth the risk. If Hyacinth didn't approve, he was all for it. He grinned and dipped Rose for another kiss.
He'd found his muse.