Gockel Jazz Explosion II

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the white room behind the blue door, Ethan sat enraptured by the voice of his dead wife.“Fric was born ... on a Wednesday.” pure and thrilling. The effect of a much-loved hymn on a religious heart or of a national anthem on one deeply patriotic could not have elicited a fraction of the strong emotion that this voice wrenched from Ethan.“been, but now he knew that it was not a loss eternal.She had repeated the same six words twice. He played Call 56 three times before he could shift the focus of his attention from the miraculous sound of her voice to the content of the message.[535] “Fric was born ... on a Wednesday.”Although Hannah clearly judged this information to be important, Ethan couldn’t see why the day of Fric’s birth had relevance to the current situation.Hannah?” he whispered, though a recording could not reply to him. “Hannah?”The tears that blurred his vision were largely tears of joy, pressed from him not because he had missed her so desperately these past five years but because this curious message delivered in her voice meant that somewhere the essence of Hannah survived, that the hateful cancer had won a battle but not a war. His loss was no less crushing than ever it had