When I was a young man of 17 learning the cornet, I held this fantasy. My teacher was a crusty dour Irishman, but he had the most gorgeous young wife in her 30’s. How was a mystery to us all and I along with the other teenage boys all lusted after her. This fantasy always came to me as I trudged up the hill for my lesson. I suppose hope of it turning into reality kept me returning for the lessons. I’ve made it more of a story to make it a good read.
I knocked on the door of my music teacher home. After a while it was opened. It was not Walter the boring teacher that stood before me however but his gorgeous young wife Mary. We both looked at each other.
“Good afternoon” She said in her soft Irish accent, why it’s Sam isn’t it? Come for your lesson have you?”
“That’s correct” I Said
“I’m sorry but my husband’s been called away, there’s a family illness, so he can’t take you today”
“Oh” I Said disconsolately. Then both our eyes connected again for a moment. The
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