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Ambur's Walk
“Mom?” asked Lucinda, “What are we having for dinner?”
“Don’t know yet ... Frances, what do you and your mom like?”
Frances asked, “What do we like, or what do we eat?”
Kimberly thought about that question for a second and then asked, “Frances, what would you and your mom love to have for dinner tonight … let’s pretend you won a free dinner at a nice restaurant and there was no check that you had to take care of? Now … what would you order?”
Frances thought this was a great question. It’s fun to imagine ‘what if’ every once in a while. “I think we’d both have steak … definitely steak. We don’t get that at home.”
“So steak it is! See how easy that was?” said Kimberly.
Then the girls walked out to the back porch where Lucinda’s dad was playing his guitar. It’s a pleasant afternoon, not too hot, and he wanted to spend some time outside. He stopped playing though when Frances came out and she said, “You play the guitar very nice, Dr. Sagal.”
“Thank you, Frances,” he said. “I heard you played the piano at Ambur and Honeysuckle’s place today. She has quite a fancy piano from what Mrs. Sagal told me.”
“Yes,” Frances said. “It’s a piano only one can dream about. It’s the only one like it on earth I imagine. It kind of makes it hard for me to go home and play on the old one we have. But at least we have one, and it’s in tune. So I guess I have that to be thankful for.”
“Yes,” Steve said, “there’s always things to be thankful for.”
“Did you hear that Lucinda and I played a duet?”
“Yes, I’m sorry I missed it! I’m sure I’ll hear you two play another time though,” he said.
“Dad, I guess mom told you about the gold we found.”
“Yes, she did. And that was a good reason to invite Frances’ mom over. We don’t see her too ...
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...an help you and Frances out.”
“I don’t know what to say,” said Brenda. “When I first heard about these trolls I thought it was a bad idea all around, you know, getting too close. I now see things differently. Steve, I don’t know anything about selling gold.”
Steve said, “That’s not a problem ... let me help you.”
Honeysuckle was still up when Ambur and Sampson came home.
“How was your walk dear?” she asked.
Ambur said, “I walked over to Frances' house ... no one was home so I took the ‘Opportunity Tour.’
“What did you find out?” she asked. Ambur told her about the house and that it looked like they were struggling financially.
“I left one of my special coins on top of her work schedule with a little note. I hope that along with what Frances has will help them out a little.
“Oh, I’m sure it will,” said Honeysuckle. “Now come to bed. You need some extra sleep.”
if she had fed him steak the night before because of the undigested red meat. The
... to give a lecture-recital to the Bach Society. Less than a week before the concert, Kraus got a phone call: Pessl had had an emergency summons back to New York and was insisting that Kraus do the recital for her. "You must be out of your mind," Kraus recalls telling her. "I've never touched a harpsichord." But she finally agreed and after the harpsichord was delivered to her house, something extraordinary happened. After five hours' practice every day for a week "I realized that this was my instrument. I had always felt inhibited at the piano, because I had never really conquered the problem of using my arm weight properly, but at the harpsichord I felt no inhibitions: its technique involves only the fingers, and good fingers I always had." After the concert Kraus's only thought was to get a harpsichord for herself. "I even gave up smoking to make a down payment."
I look at my mom and shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know, I think she was talking to her friend about a party or something.”
“Now” Dad who was fixing diner tells them while taking the steaks out of the oven. He places the just finished steaks onto a platter. “As soon as you set the table,
What can appear to gleam and reflect such beauty and craftsmanship yet can be handled by a three year old. It’s sound so pure by a touch of a finger has been in existence for well over a hundred years and is the foundation for creating music. It’s black and white keys produce sounds when played correctly that can bring tears to one’s eyes, touch your heart and soul, bring hope, or even joy and laughter to an event. All of this power… lies in the piano. The piano from its creation to this very second had transformed the world of music no matter what class, talent, and ability.
The Pianist. Pp. 12, Toronto: McArthur & Company.) This quote was depicted during the middle of the film. This depiction strengthens the film’s reliability as it is based on the factual account of an experience encountered by Wladek
“Well, whatever I don’t get it. Just let me know when it is and I’ll be there.”
"Yes. Our neighbors had a large family; they agreed to watch you while I was away." He paused for a moment and then finished brusquely. "The mercenary who wanted to rape her the night she snuck out I disemboweled. Her father's throat I cut."
“Get some sleep,” my father yawned in agreement with my mother. “You can find more stuff tomorrow.”
“Well I can’t talk too much right now I have to go to work. Bye son have a goodnight. Lili I’m leaving alright.” He said and left for the mill.
...ocial interaction between Beverly and her son. From the bus stop she could only think of returning to her family of orientation, so she called her father to come pick her up. At first, on the way home, they did not talk much but after a while of getting used to being around each other again, they sang a song that they used to sing when she was a little girl. The song was called “Dream”, and it reminded Beverly of the life she had when she was a young girl and didn’t disgrace the family’s name yet.
“Well, I’m more sad than anything,” she replied. “I’m going to miss all of the freshman that we taught how to play.”
"Which will you have?" asked Stanley, leaning across very politely, and smiling at her. "Which will you have to begin with - strawberries and cream or bread and dripping?"
“I’m sure,” I responded. They put me in a private piano class with the same teacher my sister