“Why did you buy a ukulele if you couldn’t play it?”

“I’ve always wanted to learn,” Gwen admitted, shifting to the much easier C chord. “It was only $20, it was on sale. It’s not the world’s best ukulele ––”

She shifted into F, followed by A-minor, but the latter chord had a rogue note stuck into it. Gwen held out the uke to observe her fingers.

“I see that” Eleanor commented.

“That was me,” Gwen said, referring to the note. “Maybe if I can curve my thumb around under the neck…”

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