Chapter 12
WHEN WE GOT TO the house, I invited George and Mike in, but they declined, citing a commitment to have lunch with some other folks, so Lucinda and I made our way up the walk and into the house.
Zeke was working the early shift all week, so I was left to my own devices every morning—which was a good thing, given that I had several tuning jobs to tackle. Tuesday morning, on impulse, I invited Lucinda to go to one of them with me.
“Zeb is taking a nap, and he’s not exactly bedridden, so this will give you an opportunity to see what I do,” I said.
“Where’s the job?”
“It’s in the neighborhood, actually. I’m going to tune the piano in the choir room at the Riverside Presbyterian Church.”
“How will we get there? Norm’s at work, and Zeke has the car.”
“By taxi. It’s easy, you’ll
