Classical Revenge
Classical Revenge
by Robert Burton Robinson
Amy took the ring of keys out of the drawer and walked toward the front door.
The door burst open, and a woman rushed in and pushed the door against the blowing snow until it closed. “If the stupid idiots can’t learn to drive in the snow they need to move out of Cleveland—find themselves a nice warm spot in Miami!” She pulled her hood back, took off the parka, and hung it on the coat rack near the door. Then she saw the ring of keys in Amy’s hand.
“Were you about to close?” She checked her watch. “It’s only six o’clock.”
“Yes. We close at six.”
“Two days before Christmas?”
“It doesn’t matter. Our hours never change.”
“Oh, I understand. It’s because of your location, right? Customers are afraid to come to this part of town after dark.”
Amy locked the deadbolt, ignoring the woman’s comment. “Welcome to Amy’s Classical Guitars. I’m Amy Kilmore.”
“Good to meet you. I’m Luci.”
“So, are you looking for a guitar for yourself? Or is this to be a Christmas gift?”
“For me. Wow, I’ve never seen this many classical guitars in one place.”
“It’s my specialty.”
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आ नो भद्रा: क्रतवो यन्तु विश्वतः (ऋग्वेद)
(Let noble thoughts come to us from every side)
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