Erotica: Menage A Trois

The concert hall was packed. But then, it was always full when Marco Andalucci came to town. I have attended every concert he’s given here in our town since I was a little girl. I sat in the cushioned chair between my father and my sister, Hazel, waiting for the concert to begin. My mother, Anna Christina flipped the program over, looking at the names of the pieces to be performed. Papa grunted, shifting in his chair as he tugged at his tie. He hated dressing up and much more preferred his...