- 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.