“ I hate Tuesdays,” said Finn. “Tuesdays are the worst days now.”
“Wait and see,” said his mother. “You haven’t even met Miss Bea.”
Finn was starting piano lessons. Every Tuesday, at 3:30, right after school. Right when his feet wanted to run and jump. Right when his hands wanted to build his new Star-Blaster. (He had the kit with him, just in case Miss Bea wasn't home.)
Finn’s mother rang the doorbell.
“Maybe she went shopping,” said Finn hopefully. “Or maybe she’s too grumpy to give a lesson. Maybe she needs to take a nap instead.”
But the door opened, and there was Miss Bea, at home, smiling and wide awake. “Hello there, Finn,” she said. “Come on in.”
Miss Bea’s piano was black and shiny. It had a…