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Prologue
~*Dorothy’s POV*~
I looked at the Grandfather clock and realized it was time to wake up Roger. I power walked to the piano. Now let the fun begin! I don’t know why, but I look forward to waking the louse up every morning. I sat down on the piano’s cherry oak stool. I laid my fingers on the ivory keys and began to, as Roger calls it, "mercilessly kill the piano ." Enter Roger, looking his worst. His black hair messed up, robe barely hanging from his shoulders. Of course, instead of a nice polite good morning, he starts to yell at me. And to think, I am doing him a favor. I doubt he would like being woke up by a ringing alarm clock every morning. It seems, in my own thoughts I have been ignoring what Roger has been saying.
Roger’s POV
There goes that blasted piano music again. I try and I try to get Dorothy to let up on this piano business but to no avail. I even tried to get her to take lessons from a friend, to play (blessedly quiet) classical music, but no. She always refuses. I bury my head under the pillows. Why does she insist on mercilessly killing the piano every morning?
Oh well. I might as well get up. It’ll just get worse. I have a feeling Dorothy’s just warming up.
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