I hear Amahle ask, “You can hear the music?”

“It’s all around me, like it’s moving,” I hear Charlie say.

“I can hear it. What is it?” I hear Joy ask. “It makes my heart pound, but I don’t know why.”

“Walter,” Amahle calls out to me. As far as she’s concerned, it’s just me here with the kids. Master Mind and Justin are keeping silent and therefore invisible. “Do you hear the music?”

“I can hear it, Amahle. It’s very beautiful. Is that music from South Africa? Who wrote it?”

“Nobody wrote it, Walter. I hear music in my head. All the time. It’s how I feel… How can you hear my music?”

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