"Good guess," Cathy commented, in good humor. Thinking back, she had to laugh. "It also helped that my very first boyfriend--he worked for an auto mechanic, for crying out loud--happened to be with me. The story was retold up until the day we all graduated."
Pulling open the top drawer of the cabinets allotted for 'Jazz', she didn't need to see Lindsey to know that he was wavering when it came to responding to her inquiry. She glanced at him with slight surprise, though her instinct was to smile at the vignette about the man who owned the general store.
Of course, it also occurred to her that this was among the very first times he had chosen to share with her a detail from the earlier years of his life. Another one of those daily little steps they took together. How she responded was important, so she resisted posing any further questions as she pulled her first song of choice from the filing cabinet, laying it on top.
"He sounds like a great guy," she replied at last, the smile softening. Then, steering the conversation back to something more neutral, "Did it come naturally to you, or was it something you really had to sweat over, when you first started playing?"