Mom sang You Are My Sunshine as I played. On the second verse, Dad slipped his arm around her and joined in the song.
At the end, I clapped my hands. “You and Dad sound really good together.”
“Well, I don’t sound so good.” Mom took Dad’s hand. “But your dad has a great voice.”
“You are such a liar.” He kissed her on the cheek.
“Hey,” James said. “Look at this.” He pulled a sheet from the stack.
“What is it?” Wayne asked.
“This Land is Your Land,” James said. “Can you play it?”
“Let me read it.” I hummed the notes as I read the words to myself. “Okay, here we go.”
Everyone knew the words, and it was easy to play.
Good, my fingertips are finally beginning to toughen up.
The old guitar looked like it’d had a rough life, but it sounded good. That box of sheet music was more valuable
