The Piano Teacher -- Part Three
The next morning, Angela arrived a little late to work. She put her winter coat on the peg board near her office door. The weather man had promised a warmer day, but she wasn't sure that would happen. Sitting down at her desk, she flipped the calendar to the next day. Tuesday, January 9th, 1937.
As she began to look over yesterday's notes, there was a knock on her office door. She could see the glass window it was David.
"Come in." said Angela as she motioned with her hand.
"Good morning. Cold isn't it? I thought it was supposed to be warmer."
"That's what I thought. Weathermen can only predict so much. Did you get the chance to look over the file I gave you yesterday?"
"Yes, absolutely amazing information. I think this has story major potential. Imagine one of America's piano proteges here."
"Yes, we've taken very good care of her. In fact, we've spent more time with her than any other."
"So how many of her students has she killed again?"
"Let's see. After yesterday's count, it comes to 17 all together." Angela chuckled with a grin.
"Really. That's a lot. All the same way? With her bust of Mozart?"
"Yes. She won't use any of the others. We gave her Beethoven and Liszt, but she says they don't have the same weight."
"I see. She's very particular. Well, if you're going to use a master of the piano, it might as well be Mozart." David and Angela laughed over the witty comment.
"Frances is stuck on August 14, 1923. It's been that day since she arrived here at the institution." Angela sipped her coffee as she began to tell the tale.
"So what exactly happened that day?" asked David as he stirred his own cup of coffee.
As she began to look over yesterday's notes, there was a knock on her office door. She could see the glass window it was David.
"Come in." said Angela as she motioned with her hand.
"Good morning. Cold isn't it? I thought it was supposed to be warmer."
"That's what I thought. Weathermen can only predict so much. Did you get the chance to look over the file I gave you yesterday?"
"Yes, absolutely amazing information. I think this has story major potential. Imagine one of America's piano proteges here."
"Yes, we've taken very good care of her. In fact, we've spent more time with her than any other."
"So how many of her students has she killed again?"
"Let's see. After yesterday's count, it comes to 17 all together." Angela chuckled with a grin.
"Really. That's a lot. All the same way? With her bust of Mozart?"
"Yes. She won't use any of the others. We gave her Beethoven and Liszt, but she says they don't have the same weight."
"I see. She's very particular. Well, if you're going to use a master of the piano, it might as well be Mozart." David and Angela laughed over the witty comment.
"Frances is stuck on August 14, 1923. It's been that day since she arrived here at the institution." Angela sipped her coffee as she began to tell the tale.
"So what exactly happened that day?" asked David as he stirred his own cup of coffee.
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