You sit in a wood paneled room alone with your childhood piano teacherโs 95 year old mother. A sofa comercial comes on the Hallmark channel. The eyes of an attractive 20 something flick over to an angular arm chair. They are nervous at first but quickly return. He walks over to stroke the armrest, quickly finding his hands move to their matching sides. He lowers himself, finally, jaw slackening as his chin floats up, the look of ecstasy on his face.
โJust buy it, young man,โ she mutters. โYou know you want it.โ












