Sat on a hard bench for hours.
Piano lessons and piano playing
were a special kind of psychological terror.
The drive to the piano teachers house
always seemed to degenerate
into a knock down drag out scream fest.
Once inside, Elizabeth just wanted
to find something to laugh about.
Escaping into the silliness
of the piano teacher
who smelled faintly of gin
and had the patience of a carnival barker.
Atheist and doesn’t believe in horoscopes.
In a godless world one must have order.
Good grammar, good manners and perfectly manicured nails.
Her ideal man is older, smarter, taller, richer and more organized.
Except she’s really smart, wealthy and anal retentive.
Reducing the pool just a bit.
She’ll find him, as long as it takes.
She’s very clear about what she wants and determined to get it.