#Kissing (Rock and Romance #1) by Ellie Brixton

Author:Ellie Brixton [Brixton, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01FG2L1CM
Published: 2016-06-13T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 44

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday brings the kind of monotony that begets the abuse of ADD meds or necessitates a revolution. Since I can't prescribe drugs, I opt for the latter; plus my eyes burn and my brain strobes from so much screen time while nannying.

I announce, "Kids, we're going outside to play. When I was little, I would have loved that play structure you have in the backyard."

Nothing.

"How about a board game? When I was younger, I played a lot of chess. Anyone know how to play?"

Nada.

I start pulling toys out of neatly organized bins. "Legos? Dolls? This one looks like the Bride of Frankenstein." I grimace. "That's not creepy at all. Moving on. Hmm. How about—" I look around. "I know, we can draw."

No takers.

Their eyes don't leave the television screen, not even when a commercial for hearing aids come on. I check to make sure they're breathing. The cartoon is half over so I'll let them finish it and then I'm turning the TV off.

I sneak their devices out of the family room and stash them in the kitchen. We could bake cookies or play with playdough. I kind of hate my mom, but at least I wasn't glued to the TV; sure, I watched my share of shows, but these kids need to get up, move, and use their imaginations—Bubbie made sure of that for me.

On my way back to the family room, I stroll through the dining room with its long modern, black veneer table. There's a formal sitting room with a baby grand piano.

I don't hesitate before pulling out the bench and setting my fingers on the keys. A wave-like sigh washes through me. This is home. I warm up with a scale. My fingers seamlessly move into an arpeggio. I begin with a selection by Bach, but a wide-open space inside me hungers for more. I start Schumann's third fantasy piece.

The music moves through me like light, like fire, burning away the dust of neglect. By the end, my smile is so big I can practically see it reflected in the polished wood. I place my fingers back on the keys and Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata pours out of me, a moody contrast to the more lively work by Schumann.

And at last, I take a deep breath.

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