The Piano

It was certain, the piano would be put to the curb.  They trashed just about everything else. They cleaned out the basement and it all went into a rented dumpster. Hauled away, half full, not even.  

Ecstatic, I was, after listening Eric's message.  Eric Schniederman in a young man that worked with me from Frank and Camille’s.  He suggested that we get the piano into the store by Christmas, thus, I had the piano taken away mid November so it could be restored.  

I called back.  He was so pleased to tell me that the Yamaha went to “the cutest little seven-year-old.” She wanted it immediately.  She couldn't wait to get it home.  He didn’t say if the price was right nor if it actually appealed to her, I didn’t ask. 

He was happy to report that he was going to be able to give me a few hundred dollars more than we had originally agreed upon. 

Apparently, the piano was worth more than we had thought.   The legs were a bit questionable since we had moved it ourselves several times.  We brought it with us to a temporary residence, up a flight of stairs. It was used to barricade the apartment door.  

I reported the good news to my current counselor-of-a-friend, about how I will be sharing the proceeds with my siblings.  Instead of $75, I will give them each $100.

“That is so . . “ she was reaching for a word . . she completed her sentence, perhaps she said “that is so thoughtful of you.”  I missed it because I had immediately offered on of my grand vocabulary words.  “Magnanimous!” I said gleefully immediately shooting up my left palm while meeting her eye, I did a lip curl.

PRESENT TENSE

Edited by My Own Personal Editor, Jeannie Mason

THE PIANO (present tense)

Ecstatic that the piano won’t be put to the curb, I listen to the message from Eric, the young man at Frank and Camille’s.  I call him back.  He is pleased to report that the Yamaha has sold, as he describes it, to “the cutest little seven-year-old.” She wanted it immediately.  

He doesn't say if the price was right or if it actually appealed to her. I don't ask, but he is happy to report that he is going to be able to give me a few hundred dollars more than we had originally agreed upon.

I report to my current counselor of a friend how I will share the proceeds with my siblings.  Instead of $75, I will give them each  $100.

“That is so . . . “ she reaches for a word. Perhaps she says that is so thoughtful of you. 

I offer one of my grand vocabulary words,  “Magnanimous!”  Immediately, I flip my left palm to the air and meet her eye with a deriding sneer.