The Maid’s Daughter Asked To Play One Song, Then Silenced The Whole Penthouse

beside the cupcake on the table.

“Then we’ll have both.”

They sat down in their small kitchen, still wearing their party clothes.

Ellen took Arthur Bellamy’s card from her pocket.

She read the front.

Arthur J. Bellamy.

Bellamy Arts Foundation.

Lakeside Youth Conservatory.

There was an address downtown and a phone number written beneath it in blue ink.

Then continue reading …