Miriam

As you close the hymn book and lift your head from the closing prayer, all the other people who have joined you for church this Sunday, the young men dressed in white shirts and ties and the girls in long, modest dresses, get up to socialize. You, however, pay no attention to the people around you. Instead, Miriam, the ward pianist, catches your eye. She gets up from the piano, grabs her music off the stand, and quietly slips past the crowd and makes for the door, keeping her head down and not talking to anyone. You follow her, squeezing past your acquaintances and try to get her attention.