• When I called Information Please, a different voice answered, and I asked for Sally.
        “Are you a friend?”
        “Yes, an old friend.”
        “Then I’m sorry to have to tell you.  Sally was working part-time in the last few years because she was sick.  She died five weeks ago.”  I was speechless.  When I was about to hang up, she said, “Wait a minute.  Is your name Villiard, by any chance?”
        “Yes.”
        “Well, Sally left a note for you.  She wrote it down.”
        “What does it say?” I asked.
        “Here it is—‘Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in.  He’ll know what I mean.’”
        I thanked her and hung up.  I did know what Sally meant.