Dave got up Saturday morning totally stressed. Once again he sought out Mr. Lee’s advice. He had come to appreciate the older man’s wisdom and felt he could trust him. He called and arranged to meet him that afternoon at his home.
“Come in, David,” Mr. Lee said, smiling as he ushered him into his small house.
Buster, Mr. Lee’s orange tabby cat came running and brushed against Dave’s leg, mewing softly.
“My my,” the piano teacher said with a chuckle. “Buster doesn’t usually take to strangers so quickly.”
Mr. Lee stooped and picked the cat up and held him on his shoulder. Buster purred loudly and closed his eyes as Dave stroked him under his chin.
“I guess I just have a way with animals,” Dave said.
After a few minutes, Mr. Lee let the cat jump lightly to the floor. He turned to Dave a
