The Piano Teacher’s Pupil

“The Brahms?” she said. “Shall we struggle through the Brahms?”The boy, whose first lesson with Miss Nightingale this was, said nothing. But, gazing at the silent metronome, he smiled a little, as if the silence pleased him. Then his fingers touched the piano keys and, when the first notes sounded, Miss Nightingale knew that she
Source: newyorker (MALE SLIKE)
The Piano Teacher’s Pupil