I hadn't thought about Mrs Morgan for years, until I read in the paper
that she had died When I was a boy, Mrs Morgan played solo with my
mother every tuesday afternoon There were two other women there, but
I can't remember their names anymore Monkey, Magden, something like that
Mrs Morgan collected opals Her husband Ted owned a circus, which kept
him away and out of the picture most of the time I'd come home from
school and the women would be hard at the cards I liked Mrs Morgan, she
always had a little chip of opal for me, and said that I should save it for
a sweetheart I came home one day and Mrs Morgan was crying in our kitchen
My mother told me to leave them alone I learned later that a boy from the
circus had fallen and died He used to ride the trapeze Mr Morgan went out
of business and they moved away I've still got the opals It's funny how
someone you've never met manages to stay with you

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