Chapter 10Eee-er, eee-er, eee-er, eee-er.
The plumber had been on premises around forty-five minutes.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
It had taken Warwick five of those to write up a posterboard sign almost three feet square. Please Accept My Apology For The Racket I Made And Also A Tasty Treat. Dom, 11-B.
Warwick also added some music notes and a heart just because.
Then, he tore that corner off.
He ran the sign downstairs, set it up, grabbed another éclair, and when he returned…
Eee-er, eee-er, eee-er.
“Damn, Mr. O’Brien! At least the cable guy did his work first.”
Pianos didn’t go eee-er, eee-er. Everyone knew that. Only one thing made that sound in that way, and Warwick couldn’t get the imagery that sound conjured out of his head.
“I have yet to hear a single note come from a piano,” he
