Tula had been
performing scales for over three hours. Whenever she waivered, he’d berate her
and order her to continue. Eventually, her voice raw, she turned and demanded
to know what she had done to warrant this treatment.
He sniffed at her and then pulled out a letter from the
papers on the piano. He brandished them like a weapon. He accused her of
wasting his time, that if she wanted to go off and study the law, then he
wouldn’t bother teaching her to perform, she had to choose.
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