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Louise was still working hard on her arpeggios, chords that should have been like bright, soft, sparkling water rippling against pebbles, but Louise played them in fits and starts, as if at each note she were deliberately striking the hammer unevenly. Don't forget the beat, dear: each bar has four beats, and each quarter note is one beat. Alia beat time with a pencil. She had developed the ability to do two things at once, with one ear listening to her students and the other listening to the rest of the room. The new house that Dillon insisted on buying was too big. The "mother's piano classroom" was originally a living room connected to the living room, next to the corridor leading to the kitchen, connected to the stairs. Where is Bridget? Probably in the kitchen with the kids. Arreat must also keep an eye on Royol, who is not so easy to obey. Alia hoped that the person who had just called had hung up. Yeah, it sounds like Bridget's in the kitchen. She's probably getting Juliet something to eat. She's too intimate with Juliet. Alia doesn't like her like that. She wants to be the mother of my beautiful daughter. I'm her mother. Alia didn't like the way Royol was squeezed next to Brigitte either. The Irish wet nurse always stroked Royol's linen hair, admired his blue eyes, and always held him. Brigitte often chatted with him as if she were a Gaelic baby-talker. They were talking and laughing together,Glass Cosmestic Containers, and Alia wondered if they were planning a secret that she, the mother, could not know. Chandler has grown out of Bridget's yelling. And he's never home. Thank God! Alia always likes to pick up the telephone receiver. That's how she feels safe. The ringing of the telephone made her feel nervous. Sometimes she would cover her ears and run away from the ringing phone. She speculated that the call was from Dirk, or it could have been Madeline, the mild-voiced receptionist, whom Alia hated. They called to tell Alia that Dirk would come back for dinner later or not. Why should Alia bother to hear the sad news? It's better not to know. Let's just see what happens. Take the receiver away and keep the dial tone busy as if the phone were really busy. Sometimes the housekeeper would mess with her,Plastic Spray Bottles Wholesale, and even Bridget, who had nothing to do in the living room, would run over and put the phone back where it was. Suddenly the telephone rings, disturbing the peace of the house, and then someone shouts, "For Mrs. Barnaby?"? Phone call, mom. But where is "Mom" now? She is taking a shower upstairs with two shower heads running. I'm humming loudly. If there are no students in the back, Alia's piano lesson will be delayed for a while, and today's lesson will be delayed until 6:15. Louise obviously couldn't sit still. She had been practicing the Mozart Rondo for several weeks, but she still made a mess of it, and Alia had to show her again. What a charming piece of music, Plastic Foam Dispenser Bottle ,Uv Gel Nail Polish Bottle, simple and lively, all the meaning stops at the surface, there is nothing profound, and there is no room for reverie. Okay, now do it again, Louise. I know you can play well. Louise began to play, and the first note was wrong. She shook her head and said, "I, I think I have to go, Mrs. Bonnaby." Louise got up awkwardly from the piano stool and gathered up her music. Alia is very confused. Louise blushed and said to her, "I think this is my last piano lesson with you. I'm sorry." Alia was so surprised that she hardly knew what to do. Louise, what? Your last class--? "I, my mother said." "Your mother?" I think my dad told her. From now on, no more piano lessons. Louise blushed, not daring to look Alia in the eye, and fled in a hurry. Alia followed her to the door, which she closed gently after Louise had gone. Alia stood in the foyer for a few minutes, feeling woozy, like a blow to the head. What's the matter, Louise? Eggers is one of her most promising students. 。
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