"Saturday is perfect," Glory told him, making a note of it on the information she was going to redo and deliver to her mother later.
She winced a little at his question. What would he think of her what she told him? She'd toyed with the idea of asking him to not tell her mother, but that seemed like a spectacularly bad idea. Adults usually told other adults things whether you wanted them to or not, so perhaps the best course of action would be to avoid the topic altogether. "I got him a piano," Glory confessed.
Wait. That wasn't completely accurate. She added quickly, "Well... not a piano. It's a keyboard, but it's the kind that looks like a piano and is supposed to feel like one. He was so much happier when he had one of his own to play," Glory was quiet for a moment, then got herself back on track. "A-anyway, it's still at the store and I'd have trouble moving it all by myself." A thought struck her. "I'm sorry! I should've asked you about this first, shouldn't I? It's a big thing and it's your house..." oh God. She'd screwed up again. What if Francis said no?