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RIDDLES
They’d exchanged my piano for a new one at the small music shop on the edge of town. “It wasn’t cheap,” said Dad.
“Jeff!” said Mum. “But your dad’s right. It wasn’t. And if we’d known how ungrateful you’d be we wouldn’t have bothered.”
“I wish you hadn’t,” I said, ungratefully.
“We thought we were doing you a favour. You’ve been doing so well practicing so hard. And now this competition…”
She looked ready to cry. “Mum, I’m sorry. But I loved that old piano. I want it back.”
“We’ve sold it, Joe. Don’t you understand?”
I had an idea. “I’m going out.”
“Aren’t you even going to try out your nice new piano?” asked Mum, like she hadn’t heard a word I’d said.
It was already gone four o’clock. It would take twenty minutes to get there. There was no time to lose.
“Joe!” she sho
