Granny Mim picked up Tom.
“It’s called a cassette tape and it has songs on it.”
Tom held it to his ear but he heard no music.
“Do it play?”
“Not any more love. Even if I had a player it would be too old.”
“Why Granna keep it then?”
Granny Mim put Tom back on the floor and gently took the cassette from his chubby fingers.
“Somethings we still keep even when they are useless, pet. This cassette has love songs your Grandad recorded from the radio for me back when we were first married.”