“Because I have plans for my future, I don’t want to be stuck in the pack as a fighter or tracker. I want to teach, then maybe we can have a hope that not all the younger generations will turn out assholes like you.” I reply in a matter of fact manner.
“Ouch. I though you wanted to do music.” I give him a quick look, I’m surprised he remembers. “Oh come on Edna, a lot of people know you’re musically gift even though you don’t want to show people how gifted you are.” How does he know?
“I do want to do music, I want to teach it. I plan to keep kids busy playing piano or blowing trumpets and flutes.” I explain he stops walking, I look back at him and he has a smirk on his face. “Your thoughts are disgusting. Trumpets and flutes like the instruments not male gentiles.”
“I was going to say,
