“Emily?” he asked, when he got to the piano bench. He was looking at her as if he wasn’t sure who she was. “Why didn’t I know you could play piano?” His voice was light, but she could tell it was an effort for him to make it sound that way.

Emily cocked her head at him, the music still tingling through her body, pulsing calmness with every beat of her heart. “Of course you did,” she said. “When we first met and you talked about your college a cappella group, you asked me if I was into music, I told you I used to sing and play piano, and then broke my hand and stopped. That’s why my fingers hurt right before it rains.”

He took a drink from the highball in his hand, not saying anything.

“I fell out of a tree house, remember?” Emily said, standing up.

He stayed silent for a moment longer, and took another drink.

“How old were you,” he asked slowly, after he swallowed, “when you fell out of that tree house?”

“Twenty,” Emily said. She turned to the piano player and said, “Thank you. I needed that.”

“Truly my pleasure,” he told her. “I hope you take it up again.”

Ezra put his hand on the small of Emily’s back and steered her into the corner of the room near the bar.

“You were twenty when you fell out of a tree house? I always thought you were, like, ten.”

“I wasn’t,” Emily said, realizing that Ezra seemed upset. “I guess you didn’t ask how old I was before tonight, and I never mentioned it. Is that what’s upsetting you?”

“No, that’s not what’s upsetting me,” Ezra said, his voice soft but steely. “What’s upsetting me is that my wife is some kind of piano virtuoso and I had no idea. We’ve been together for more than four years. How didn’t I ever know that? Do you know how . . . stupid I felt just now, with my colleagues asking me questions about you? And my dad? I didn’t know any of the answers.”

“I’m not a piano virtuoso,” Emily said, trying to calm him down. “Seriously. I took lessons when I was a kid, I was pretty good, I was in a band for a while in college, that’s all. I’m sorry you felt embarrassed back there, but it’s really not a big deal.”

“Wait,” Ezra said, looking up from his drink. “You were in a band? In college? Why didn’t I know that, either?”