Caroline was in love with a French composer, named Pascal. They met in la Republica Serrenissima di Venezia where she was living with her father and mother in a pensione. Gondoliers sang in the sunshine as they went past her window in their gondolas.
France went to war and Pascal felt it his duty to enlist as a soldier.
"After the war is over, I will come back for you and we will marry, dear Caroline," he said.
But the war ended and he never came back. He had died in the war.
He left her his piano.
After he was gone, Caroline mourned for him.
She lived a full life, working as an artist and had many friends. One day, another composer came on the new railroad into Venice to visit her. He played the piano and she painted his portrait. His name was Ludwig van Beethoven. They became friends.
When it became time for Caroline to go to the afterlife, she painted. Someone did Pascal and Caroline's temple work for them because he knew they wanted to be married and loved each other very much, but had been unable to do so.
A young man came to see Caroline. It was Pascal.
"I'm so pleased to see you!" he said, and threw his arms around her. She was thrilled to see him too. They could hardly bear to be apart.
Pascal played her a sonata he had written.
They had children.
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Psalms 30 verse 5
THE END
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