Chapter 43

• MATILDA
• I finished my playing with a moan. The violin was the ideal delivery for all my repressed dissatisfactions. As I took a gander at the instrument, thankful for the gift, responsibility got comfortable. I knew how he responded each time I referenced Alexander's name, yet when he gifted me something so valuable and significant, I tossed it in front of him. Despite the fact that my goals were generally good, I could see the grotesqueness of my way of behaving.
• After cautiously putting the violin and bow once again into the case, I stood up. Something in my stomach advised me to go to him. I expected to apologize. I expected to ensure he knew exactly the way that thankful I was. Regardless of whether he wouldn't do likewise for me, my heart could never permit me to rest alright realizing that I might have potentially made somebody feel bad.