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Show 108 all your friends were outside playing?" "Roger didn't tell you? I didn't take a lesson until after he was born. He was almost two years old, in fact, when we bought the piano." "You didn't start until then?" Sharon was intrigued. "Why then?" "Oh it was just something that I always wanted to do. I never had a chance until then." "I think that's-" Sharon searched for the right word, "admirable." He laughed, pleased. "You mean at my age." Sharon blushed: he had read her thought exactly. "Well, you have to realize that I wasn't the same age then," he said, "that was-what? fifteen, sixteen years ago? I was in my late twenties then." "Still," Sharon said, "there's not many people who'll start playing the piano at that age." "No," he agreed, "I don't suppose so." "You know what?" she said, suddenly inspired, "I bet that you would start right now at your age, taking lessons, if you didn't already know how to play." He glanced closely at her, and satisfied that it was not surface flattery, after thinking a moment, he admitted, "Maybe." Suddenly he laughed, pleased with her, pleased with his own realization about himself, "Yes, maybe I would!" "I know you would!" Sharon said delighted. |