dunno! Just things. Like⦠things .â
âWell, make sure you have your phone with you. I like to know that I can reach you.â
I could have taken a chance and gone to Indyâs. Or I could have been brave and called first, to make sure she was there and that she was still talking to me. But I didnât do either. Instead, I caught the number twenty bus and went to Sheepscombe. If Iâd taken my guitar I could have pretended I was going there to sing, but I left the guitarwhere it was, in my bedroom. I knew I wasnât going to sing â well, not to my adoring public. (OK, Iâm only joking! Though one old man did actually call out to me as I walked across the square: âNo songs today?â)
Iâm not sure what Iâd have done if Mrs P had been out. She was way the most provoking old person Iâd ever met, but at least when I was with her I felt alive and tingling with energy. After two days just mooching about at home, I felt like some kind of slug.
I was relieved when she opened the door but a bit embarrassed, as well, considering how Iâd flounced out on Sunday. It never really occurred to me, though, that she might not want to see me any more. I find that odd, as I donât think Iâd have wanted to see me; I had been kind of unpleasant. I think I might have shut the door in my face. Mrs P just very calmly nodded and said, âSo there you are. The prima donna returns. I wondered if youâd have the pluck.â
I started stammering out excuses, but she waved a hand, a bit impatiently, and said, âNever mind all that!Come in, come in, donât just stand there. I presume youâve come to do some work?â
She kept me at it all morning, and I really enjoyed it. We did scales and exercises and she said I had a very good range. I glowed at that! Fortunately she didnât ask me if Iâd done my breathing exercises. I wouldnât have liked to lie to her, but Iâm not sure Iâd have been bold enough to admit that I hadnât. I just hated it when she gave me one of those beady-eyed looks of hers, like I was totally beneath contempt and not worth bothering with.
At the end of two hours she said that that was probably enough. âWe should have some lunch now, and then I must send you on your way.â
I said, âItâs all right, I donât have to be back till tea time.â I could have gone on all afternoon! âWe can do some more exercises, if you like, Iâm not in the least bit tired.â
She said, âNo, my dear, Iâm sure youâre not. But Iâm an old lady, and old ladies need their rest.â
I hadnât thought about that. Of course I knew she was an old lady, far older even than Nan had been, but when she was at the piano, barking out her orders â âGently, gently! Youâre not selling potatoes!â â I tended to forget how ancient she was.
âCan I come again tomorrow?â I said.
âOn one condition.â She did the beady-eyed thing, but not like I was beneath contempt, more like she was about to issue some kind of challenge. âYou must sing a song for me. Notâ â she held up a hand â ânot just any old song. The song you would sing if you were going in for the contest.â
She was doing it again! Nagging at me.
âIâm sure you must have thought about it. You must have a favourite song.â
I could feel my face scrunching itself up into a scowl.
âOh, now, come along, come along!â she said. âIâm no threat, Iâm just an old woman. What would you sing?â
Sullenly, I muttered, âSomething I wrote with a friend.â
âSplendid! Then please, tomorrow, come prepared to sing it for me.â
âYou wouldnât like it,â I said. âItâs not your sort of music.â
Her pencilled eyebrows rose in a sort of cool disdain, like Iâd said something really stupid.
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