They met when she went to the island as an entertainer. He was from the first family. A mountain had been named after his uncle.
She was a pianist with a sweet contralto. He was a baritone, eight years younger. She played, and they both sang.
It had been a real romance.
Before he died, he moved his mistress into their house. She was blind by then, but her keen ears heard their whispering.
It never really mattered.
She still heard the pure music in her mind.