Hitting the right note…
The Platteland doesn’t have the kind of attractions that keep born urbanites happy.
Our neighbour had married a city girl – they’d met as students at university and fallen in love. And, since love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things, she was determined to adapt to life on the Platteland. All was indeed fine… until their second child entered school. That’s when she got restless and remembered she’d once dreamt of a singing career.
Lucretia is our town’s music teacher. Thirty years ago she was an inkommer herself, but after her husband’s untimely death she had to earn a living, so she started to teach piano, the guitar and singing to children, mainly.
The neighbour’s wife became one of Lucretia’s few adult students.
ONE FRIDAY AFTERNOON, our neighbour and his wife knocked on our door. They invited us to would provide everything.
