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“Trevor” That was Mrs Jenkins again “A as well as playing the guitar?”

“I…”

My brain rolled back to this rabbed my Les Paul and tried to run a few scales They sounded like crap I’d been too distracted and eventually had given up, playing a few chords over and over again until Taylor screamed at me to shut the hell up She was still rounded her an extra two days because of her epic meltdown

Maybe she didn’t deserve it, but then, she’d apparently dropped the f-bomb more than once My parents are fairly tolerant when it cos, but the f-asn’t one of them The f-as not allowed Ever

“I’ my chops back,” I eventually replied

She was filling up her wineglass again, and I caught the way Everly’s bottom lip stretched thin as she stared across the table at her mother

“Eric used to play the guitar for us, but it’s been a long tiet out your acoustic and play us a song after dinner? That would be so nice Don’t you think that would be nice?”

“I haven’t played in ages, Terry”

“No,” she answered, rolling out the one word “No, there are a lot of things you haven’t done lately”

Okay Now she was saying what sheshe’d kind of kept that one to herself

“Jesus,” Everly muttered

“What was that?” her father asked, though his eyes never left her mother

“Nothing,” Everly replied “Nothing,” she said a little louder before turning to ?”

There was still food on my plate, so technically I wasn’t, but the look in her eyes said that I was

“Yeah”