Chapter 4

The arrangement was simple according to Miss Kitty: the piano could stay for two days, which was plenty of time for Tuck to find it a new home. I knew he was sad about that, storing his baby elsewhere, but come on…the house was a Tudor, not a Northern estate. There was a piano bar that was interested in renting the baby from him, which he was thinking about doing. Bar 88—it was called that because there were eighty-eight keys on a piano—was on Sand Street in downtown Erie, next to the lake. Tuck worked there three nights out of the week, killing the keys and making tips. The other two nights of his work week were spent at various solo gigs and the Mastery Orchestra of Western Pennsylvania.

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