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Jennifer McGuire had been expecting to spend her birthday alone. Her two kids Abbie 17 and Terry 19, were away for the summer. The girl at her paternal grandfather’s across the Irish Sea in London, the boy on his gap year in South America. Jenny was surprised, therefore, to open the door to her former piano student, Benjamin. Ben had come from a poor family and Jenny had ended giving him free lessons when it became apparent that his parents couldn’t, or wouldn’t pay. She liked the boy and as he grew into a handsome and virile teenager, Jenny would feel a definite frisson in his presence. She knew that his family were from Done