But the payments came in, all 52 of them as agreed—sometimes with coins taped to a 3×5 inch card in the envelope. It was incredible！
So, I put the incident out of my mind for 20 years.
Then one day I was in Memphis on other business, and after dinner at the Holiday Inn on the Levee, I went into the lounge. As I was sitting at the bar having an after-dinner drink, I heard the most beautiful piano music behind me. I looked around, and there was a lovely young woman playing a very nice grand piano.
Being a pianist of some ability myself, I was stunned by her virtuosity2, and I picked up my drink and moved to a table beside her where I could listen and watch. She smiled at me, asked for requests, and when she took a break she sat down at my table.
“Aren’t you the man who sold my grandma a piano a long time ago？”
It didn’t ring a bell, so I asked her to explain.
She started to tell me, and I suddenly remembered. My Lord, it was her！ It was she, little barefoot girl in the feed sack dress！
She told me her name was Elise and since her grandmother couldn’t afford to pay for lessons, she had learned to play by listening