Peggy looked so happy holding her granddaughter.
Ava was smiling, tapping Peggy’s cheek with her tiny hands.
“Unfortunately, I couldn’t speak to Mr. Denby. He seems to be unwell. I told the person close to him about this situation and he said that Mr. Denby will probably leave all of his stuff to me. So what should we do?” said Peggy while holding Ava.
“We are simply happy that we were able to find Ballet. I think it should be kept like this for the time being. When you do need to clear out these books, we would appreciate it if you can contact us. At that time, we will gladly take them off your hands,” I said, to which Jack nodded in agreement.
“Ok, it’s settled then,” said Peggy and she took out two copies of Ballet from the box and continued. “This is my present to you. I’m sure he won’t notice and get upset if it’s down two copies because he left it like this for so many years.”
The copy that Peggy gave us had Brodovitch’s signature. Jack and I looked at each other, speechless.
“I’m so happy that my granddaughter came here today so you are lucky. Go on now. I’ll definitely let you know if things change,” she said, and rushed us out of the door.
I asked to hold Ava on my way out. There was that distinct baby smell. I touched the soft fabric of her clothing, and it took me back to the time I was loved and looked after my family just like Ava.
Jack and I carefully took a copy of the book each and left the flat. We bid farewell right after. Jack didn’t mention anything about the book.
I got back to my place but was stopped by the building manager who said there was a parcel I should come and collect. I got to his cubicle and was given an old guitar case and a letter. They were from Ken.
“I will treasure A GOLD BOOK. This is a trade with my treasure. I wish you will accept it. Ken”

I took back the guitar case to my room and opened it to discover a rather small-sized guitar. The memo attached said, “This is a 1926 Martin 0-45. Same model Joan Baez played at Woodstock.”
In our conversation earlier, Ken had mentioned that he collects books but also vintage guitars, to which I shared my aspiration of one day owning a Martin from before the war. He had remembered this exchange.
He gave me a treasure of equal value to A GOLD BOOK as a gift.
I immediately phoned and thanked him to which he said, “It’s fine. I’d be happy if you can play it for me one day.”
“What’s your favorite song? I’ll practice that,” to which he said, “I’d have to say, ‘You’ve Got A Friend’ by James Taylor.”
You must not go after the money in work. You should always pursue your vision and your dream and do your best to respond to the feelings of others. Be courteous, help each other to build that trust. Those are the fundamentals of work.
Once again, I took those words of my father to heart. The guitar had a soft eloquence to its sound.