Piano Lessons

            That spring, I was ready to drop piano lessons. I wanted free school day afternoons. I wanted to be driven far out of town in beat-up jalopies at high speeds. Put on greasy lipstick dark as bitter chocolate so that some boy would think I was at least fifteen. I wanted to dangle a lit cigarette and drink gin and gingers in roadside dives, like in the movies. I wanted the boy behind the wheel to say, “Hey, you’re cool and sassy for a girl.”

            My mother didn’t fancy my growing up so fast. She said, “Give it one more summer, honey.” Meaning the piano.

            I crumbled. “Okay, but that’s it.”

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