Chapter 4: BaggageThe weather forecast on this particular Saturday was full of sunshine. But, as is often the case this time of year, the lack of insulating cloud layer makes for a chilly temperature in the air. That didn’t have any effect on Pepper’s wardrobe decision of course—same old jeans and a hoodie—nor did it alter her impeccable timing of always managing to show up just before lunch.
After only thirty minutes of playing, she already broached the topic of corned beef on rye.
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“Pepper?” I waited for her to suck noisily through her straw one more time, chasing down the last remnants of her Diet Coke. The one that I paid for.
She was still sitting at the front counter with me, not having gone back to the piano bench yet. Not that there was anybody in the store besides Trixi
