Blog in Blues

Whenever we tried putting the hands together, one always morphed into the other, and everything fell apart. Finally, the day before her lesson, Lulu announced in exasperation that she was giving up and stomped off.

« Get back to the piano now, » I ordered.

« You can’t make me. »

« Oh yes, I can. »

Back at the piano, Lulu made me pay. She punched, thrashed and kicked. She grabbed the music score and tore it to shreds…