“I tried every instrument, but I was best on the trumpet.” Kia was enthusiastic, “So can I join the band and play the trumpet?”
She smiled at her daughter over Skype – so far away and yet so near. “I think that’s a great idea. Of course you can be in band.”
Kia frowned. “There’s a band camp the first week of August that will be a conflict with your show in Venice.” Kia gestured to someone out of the view of the camera and her mother walked into view. “Can you and Grandma work out something about that week?”
She . . .
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