Chapter Five
On my way to social studies, I passed the music room. I turned back and peeked in; no one was in there.
I wonder.
I glanced at the kids hurrying by, then pulled open the door and went in.
The instruments leaned in their stands; a bass fiddle, trombone, violin, guitar. A baby grand piano stood in the center of the room.
At the piano, I ran my fingers along the keys, then sat on the bench.
I know how to play!
After dropping my books on the floor, I pecked out the first ten bars of Scarborough Fair. My fingers remembered. I positioned my hands and began another piece of music, one of my favorites.
As the sweet notes filled the air, a dusty memory slowly came to life. She sat beside me on the piano bench, teaching me to play. Her hands were soft on mine when I made a mista
