The second time they’ve met was in the next day when Chuck was going to his guitar lessons Sunday morning.
- Come on – she said amused – you can’t still be mad at me.
- I can’t? – he asked, without stop walking to his car which she had left in the front of his house with the keys in a envelop – I don’t have any reasons, do I?
She stopped walking. The fence made of bushes of her house didn’t let her.
- Oh, please. You deserved it – she answer it – I could had been naked and you wouldn’t stop looking.
- I said I was sorry.
- Sorry was not enough – she replied, smiling.
- What ever. I have to go, my teacher is waiting – he was getting in the car.
- School? Sunday? Oh, God, you’re life is a hell – she joked.
- Guitar classes, not school – he reformulated.
- A musician? – she was surprised and amused – oh, really?
He ignore her, started the car.
- Do you have classes in a school or particular classes? – she yelled so that he would hear her.
- What does that matter?
She had got out her garden and she was getting closer. Sharon stopped in front of the door of the car which he had left open.
- I play the violin back in Dundalk – she inform – do you know any teacher here?
- Violin? – Chuck laughed – you?
Sharon was know not amused and a little offended.
- Yes, why?
- Don’t get me wrong – he said quickly – violin is great, but you don’t seem like a violinist. They’re shy, sweat, delicate…
- And I’m not? – she asked.
- Shy? No way – Chuck shook is head – sweat… delicate… I don’t know.
- Well, despite my being you will discover I’m a great violinist. I come from a family of musicians – she said, proudly.
- You do? Look, I really have to go. Can we continue this latter? – he asked.
- Sure. I’ll be happy to make you eat your words when you see me playing.
- O.k. – Chuck closed the door of his car, and started it.
- Hey, you still didn’t answer me about the violin teacher! – she yelled but he was already to far.
