[Evelyn laughs with something resembling mild self-consciousness. Having spent the last half-dozen years learning to translate fragments of her world for others, largely in the vernacular, she sometimes forgets that theyβre not always on the same page.
Relics from another time peering through the cracks, where her mask of temporal confidence is less formidably sturdy.]
I believe itβs just called a piano, now. I didnβt tickle so much as bang about on the ivories until my instructor and grandmother both gave up.
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[Evelyn laughs with something resembling mild self-consciousness. Having spent the last half-dozen years learning to translate fragments of her world for others, largely in the vernacular, she sometimes forgets that theyβre not always on the same page.
Relics from another time peering through the cracks, where her mask of temporal confidence is less formidably sturdy.]
I believe itβs just called a piano, now. I didnβt tickle so much as bang about on the ivories until my instructor and grandmother both gave up.