And what an accompanist. Mrs. T. was a friend of my parents and she taught piano to two of my older sisters and to my daughter. She is the personification of measured elegance, a woman on whom age enhances her beauty.
And no where is elegance appreciated more than in a middle school.
We arrived well before the assigned time and waited outside the designated testing room.
When it was my son’s turn, he held the door for Mrs. T., she paused in the entrance, turned and nodded her thanks to my son, moved gently in the room, and greeted the adjudicate. He was a pleasant-looking older gentleman and he and Mrs. T. chatted convivially.
My son sat down and realized that he needed an additional piece of music.
He jumped up and asked if he could run to the music room and get the sheet of music.
“Not a problem at all.” Said the kindly adjudicate, and he was all smiles as he turned to chat with Mrs. T..
My son dashed from the room, ran two steps, and turned and ran back to the room. He cleared his throat.
“Sir,” he addressed the adjudicate, “I think you should know that you are talking with a married woman.”