Jessica’s been working on the Chopin all weekend. I suggested that she might want to start with something easier. Chopsticks, perhaps. I made it out of the room just in time to hear a glass shatter behind me.
I wouldn’t describe my wife as a natural pianist. She has beautiful fingers, nails perfectly clipped and scarlet, but… well, I shouldn’t have used the word stubby. Miniature, perhaps. Lengthily challenged.
