“Come on Grandma, we’re going to be late!” Alexandra Underwood called up the stairs to Jean.
“Oh quit your fussing, there’s still an hour before the concert starts,” Jean’s disembodied voice floated down.
“Yeah an hour for you! I have to get there and get set up. This bad boy doesn’t tune itself.” She tapped on the cello case.
“Perhaps you should consider meditating to prepare?”
“Grandma, seriously!”
The phone chose this inopportune time to begin ringing.
“Of for-”
“Language!” Jean interrupted the curse as she appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Don’t answer it!” Alex grabbed the phone from the little decorative table whose only purpose seemed to be to hold Jean’s two phones and keys. (more…)