We were talking to Sidge about piano. It doesn’t come easily to him, but he said he wanted to keep taking lessons. “I like being able to play a song,” he said. “I mean, I won’t be Mozart. But that’s ok.”
Hannah was lingering over the brownies trying to get another. “Hannah,” I said. “You just don’t give up.”
“True,” she replied.
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