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the door. I suddenly remembered my childhood fantasy that, should I ever win a lottery, I would
buy a
grand piano for my mother. She wasn't really good -- she only played for herself on our
secondhand
upright -- but I loved to watch her play. She was happy, absorbed -- she seemed like a new,
mysterious being to me then, someone outside the "mom" persona I took for granted. She'd put
me
through lessons, of course, but like most kids, I whined until she let me quit.
Esme noticed my preoccupation.
"Do you play?" she asked, inclining her head toward the piano.
I shook my head. "Not at all. But it's so beautiful. Is it yours?"
"No," she laughed. "Edward didn't tell you he was musical?"
"No." I glared at his suddenly innocent expression with narrowed eyes. "I should have known, I
guess."
Esme raised her delicate eyebrows in confusion.
"Edward can do everything, right?" I explained.
Jasper snickered and Esme gave Edward a reproving look.
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