Debra bit her lip and closed her eyes. “It’s like I’m a Ferrari in the carpool lane”
“How’s Racheli doing?” Eva asked as she watched her granddaughter flounce out of the den after her music lesson.
“Exactly how she should be at this age,” Debra said smiling, putting her music sheets together. “She’s familiar with the instrument, she can hold it right, sit properly. She’s learning.”
Something in Eva twinged. Racheli wasn’t a prodigy. Why did she think she’d be, and why did she care? That wasn’t the point of all of this, right?
“How’s the organization coming along?” Debra asked.
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