Vincent & Sophie — The Empty Chair at Harbor Point
“I messed up my second line.”
“You stopped, took a breath, and said it again.”
“That’s because my teacher made a face.”
“Then perhaps your teacher helped.”
Sophie frowned.
“You sound like Nana.”
He took it as a compliment.
Afterward, June invited him to stay for supper.
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