10. Tuba, or Not Tuba, (That is the Question)
At the first blast of the tuba, Repugnant jumped onto Sheila’s lap. Repulsive hid behind her legs, looking like he might cough up a hairball.
A month earlier, the band instructor had suggested Tiffany play the flute. He’d meant no offense, and had been surprised when Tiffany barked out that she would be playing the tuba.
Sheila smiled. Tiffany had a heart mostly of gold. The band director had rattled the chain link fence surrounding the tiny corner of her heart where the junkyard dog lived. “He doesn’t think I’m big enough to play tuba!” she had told her mother.
“Tiffany’s good at a lot of things,” Sheila said to the animals. “Tuba may not be one of them. We’ll have to be patient with her.” The tuba stopped and Sheila heard Tiffany swear. “Language!” she yelled, thinking, ‘I hope she can be patient with herself.’ She admired her daughter for tackling the difficult when so much came easily to her.
Today I’ll try something difficult.
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose
Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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