"You don't have anything on your face," he assured her, holding up a hand. "It was just the way you picked up that book, tried to make it sound like you didn't need it, then didn't put it down. It was funny." Lindsey shrugged the non-verbal that's all.
"Yeah. One of the first things I learned before I was even taught the chords." He remembered old Ford chastizing him in that grandfatherly way about how to make music, first the tool had to be in the best shape. Once Lindsey had learned how to tune, restring, and other maintanence methods, then he'd begun playing.
He missed him.
Lindsey lifted his arm to check his watch, frowning slightly. "About fifteen, twenty minutes," he replied thoughtfully, leaving out that he could get back relatively fast if traffic cooperated. He had no problems with a little speed. "No rush."