She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him.
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