She was there in her seat, her usual seat. It had begun as a small indulgence – the occasional visit to the Town Hall, but as the years had passed her concert going had begun to take on a greater significance in her life until it became her only indulgence. Until she saw buying the season ticket and perusing the programme for the upcoming concerts as her greatest, often her only, joy in life.
She could smile now at the time when some of the younger office jokers had started calling her Inspector Morse behind her back. It had hurt slightly at the time, but what she had found sadder in a way was the way it demonstrated what little contact those around her seemed to have with the music that was so important in her life. But now, almost at retiring age, she just got looks of bewildered incomprehension from most of the newcomers at the office when she mentioned her taste in music, but, then, she was quite often just as bewildered by the names of groups, singers and… and… well, whatever else they mentioned too.
She often – now, these days – found herself wondering how she had managed to lose contact wit the rest of the world, or whether it was it – the rest of the world – that had lost contact with her.
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