DEAD PIANIST I lived alone in an apartment building, on the second floor. My neighbors above me included a 16-year-old girl, Alexandria Sepeda, that I had spoken too in the hallway a couple of times. One day I was cooking, and there was a knock at my door, and it was her. I opened the door and she said, “It smells delicious in here, can I join you for dinner?” I said, “Of course.” She came in and sat down, and I had just put Schindler’s List in the DVD player but had not started it. I hit play, and she was mesmerized, she had never heard of the Holocaust before. When it ended, she asked, “Do you have another one about this?” I took the DVD back to put away in the Museum in that apartment, and she followed me and looked around at everything. I grabbed The Pianist, and we watched it together. After it was over, she asked if she could borrow my art supplies for a couple days. Two days later she brought back my supplies and handed me this art piece. I thought it was so wel...