all weekend. âDaddyâs grilling fish. Ned is cooking.â She didnât look at me.
âMy mum is cooking, too.â
No response. All right, I would avoid referring to anyone who hasnât been here long enough to become the norm. That would include me, of course, so I asked something about her.
âDid you do any Schenkerian reductions today?â She hummed three notes. âWhatâs that?â
âBeethoven, Cello Sonata, Opus 69 in A minor, second movement. Scherzo, allegro molto.â
I know only so much about Schenkerâs method. A whole movement down to three notes? âWhy that movement?â
âItâs fun.â
âWhy Beethoven?â
âI wanted to start with something easy.â Her tone was flat; there was no bragging in it. No expectation of praise or admiration.
I nodded like I understood. âAre you sure those are the right notes?â
âI have perfect pitch.â And she played the three notes on the keyboard at her side.
So there was no question in her mind that I would ever challenge her reductionâthat is, whether those three notes accurately represent the sonata movement by Schenkerian rulesâjust the actual tones she had hummed. I might have met my match for arrogance.
Then she added, âI might try Berg next, though. The Beethoven was too easy.â
Nope. She has me beat for arrogance. I canât even listen to Alban Bergâs music. âLet me know how that goes.â
She looked at me, briefly, without expression, and then away. Remembering what BM had said about her lack of expectations regarding empathy and politeness, I decided to give it a test, hoping she wouldnât go into one of her tantrums.
âI took placement exams for my school today.â Still no response. No How did that go? I plunged ahead. âMost of it was pretty easy, of course. Though Iâm not sure about the history section. Itâs . . . well, itâs rather upsetting, actually. I mean, Iâm very good at history. But Iâm worried about this test, because it was mostly about US history. The proctor said itâs to see how much I know, coming from England.â I paused and got nothing. âDo you know who shot Abraham Lincoln?â
âJohn Wilkes Booth.â
So she was listening, anyway. I didnât let on that I hadnât known. âI did really well on the English section, of course. I had to use the words irenic, nugatory, neologism, sartorial, and ersatz in as few sentences as possible.â I was about to describe how Iâd done it, but she got up and wandered over to an end table. She picked up a glass object that looked like a bird of some kind, and sat on the chair beside the table. I had to reposition myself to be able to see her. She didnât say anything, though, and she showed no signs of exploding. She was looking at the glass bird so intently it was almost like she was meditating on it. But I wanted to talk more about my day, and GG wasnât here. I didnât want to talk to Mum or BM, and Ned was busy. So I just kept talking to the un-protesting, unresponsive Persie.
âThen they had fifty uncommon words, some of which were misspelled, and I had to correct those. Iliopsoas gave me pause, but when I considered that the p might be silent, I knew it was Greek and I should leave it alone. And I almost missed an incorrect one, but then I realised it must be Greek too, so I added an r and got it right.â
Persie was still intent on her bauble. I didnât know whether it was her silence or my knowing that she didnât care at all what had happened to me today, but I ended up telling her something I would probably not have told anyone else. Even GG.
âThat Greek word was arrhostia. I thought I was correct in leaving it alone. But the proctor, Dr. Metcalf, came by and said that Iâd made one mistake in the whole list, and that if I found it heâd give me
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