The piano was a wedding gift from his wife’s family, a product of their evergreen wealth, and no one has ever associated it with James as intimately as Tiffany does that night. His wife’s fortune, once so alluring, now repels him like a funhouse reflection. It makes him feel misshapen, carsick, malnourished. Increasingly, he has felt like a tourist in this house. But in Tiffany’s eyes, all of this is his.
