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Piano Lessons - How It Began

... a refresher course.” The giggle that erupts from me is not voluntary, it just happens, which admittedly makes me blush and I don't know why. “Well, I've never taught anyone who is all grown up, but since it is more of a refresher course, I don't see why not.” I pay for my items, bagging them up into my cart, once I have, I dig through my handbag and pull out a piece of paper and scribble my name and number on it. “Here, if you're serious and want to take some lessons, just give me a call and I'm sure we can pencil you in somewhere.” “Oh, I'm very interested,” he looks down at the paper I had handed him, “Genevieve. What a pretty name. I'm Isaac.” “Thank you. Nice to meet you, Isaac.” He cashes out as well and we walk out together, making small chat about how he has just moved to the area from city to live with his grandmother. “You may know her, she has lived here all her life. Allison Carter, she worked in the local library. That's where I work now, I have taken over her job and make sure she's okay. Though she says she is taking care of me, if anyone asks. I don't fight it. It's cute, in her own little elderly way. You know?” “How old are you?” I blurt out, it almost sounds rude. “I'm sorry, you don't need to tell me.” “I don't mind at all. I'm twenty three. I was working at my dad's hardware store, he sent me to come take care of my nan, since he can't close the shop. It wasn't my first choice, but hey, I'm here now, I'll enjoy it when I can. That's the reason I asked ...

... about the lessons. There isn't a whole lot to do here. You all don't even have a bar. What's with that?” This makes me laugh, because it drives a lot of younger people crazy. “We're a dry town. No bars, we don't even sell alcohol after eleven pm, or on Sunday's. That happened about five or so years ago. We had a tiny bar, that had pretty good business, but once we changed the rules, they up and moved to who knows where?” “Wow, a dry town. What have I gotten myself into?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Well, this is me.” He nods over at his Ford and smiles that boyish smile that is starting to already grow on me. “I'm three cars down, thanks for the chat. Call me whenever, Isaac. Nice to meet you.” “You too, Ma'am,” he winks at me. Laughing, I walk away, heading towards my car, putting my bags in the trunk. When I'm home, I start the cupcakes, so they can cool off during the lesson I have in an hour and a half. I'll ice them after, then be all set for Josephine's girls tonight. They are having a sleepover at Mandy's house, all the girls are bringing something to the get party. Every time something requires food, I'm always asked to make my special cupcakes. Turning on the radio, I listen to the station I work for. They do a lot of chatting in the afternoon, right before school let's out. Once it does, they play a lot of music, to get the teenagers into the station. They're talking about some political thing right now, so I don't pay a lot of attention to it. Instead, I think about how ...