Chapter 48
“Where did you hear that tune, Robbie?” Tom said.
“We sang it in church this morning.”
“That’s right,” I said. “I’d forgotten about that. Robbie was quite taken with the tune and hummed it all the way home from church.”
“Not only did he get the tune right,” Tom said, “he got it in the right key. Listen.”
He sat down beside Robbie and began to play the hymn. Then he stopped playing, looked at us, and said, “This kid has a natural ability, and he needs lessons.”
“How much will they cost?” I said. “Not to mention the fact that we don’t have a piano.”
“I’ll teach him,” Tom said. “Call it a trade-off for all the times we’ve used your cabin in Maggie Valley, and you don’t need a piano at this point, just pick up an electronic keyboard. New ones aren’t that expensive, and used keyboards are dirt cheap. You can buy a piano later if he sticks with it and it seems justified.”