The next day, just before noon, someone knocked. Cavan had made me so sore I could only limp to my front door.
“Hello,” said a short, ancient man carrying a music stand. “Goodness, young fellow, you’re barely dressed! But no matter, there’s no reason you can’t learn to play flute while only wearing those tiny shorts.”
“I have a flute lesson?”
“Yes, someone left me an enormous amount of cash and told me to meet a handsome young man named Rafael here. That’s you?”
I let him in and started to put on a shirt, but he gave me a big grin and told me not to dress on his account. He showed me how to put the pieces of the flute together, but after that he took out an empty juice bottle and taught me how to blow across the lid so sound would resonate through the glass.
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