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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