Never took piano lessons
But baby you are grand
And I would learn to play the good notes
And tune you up the best I can

She shook her head ferociously, blinking back tears that weren't even threatening to fall.  He didn't have to know.  He didn't need to know.  As she slipped out of gaudy stiletto's, and let her tired feet feel the smooth coolness of the concrete, she sighed deeply.  Taking another drag of her cigarette, and with shoes hanging limply from one hand, she walked to where she wanted to go.

Which was nowhere.

And he never did find out.