- 07.
The moment we got home, Matt noticed his sister’s red–rimmed eyes.
He balled his little hands into fists and charged at me, ready for a fight.
I simply put a hand on his forehead, holding him at arm’s length while he flailed his fists in the air.
“When I grow up, I’m going to tear you to pieces!” he screamed in humiliation.
Ooh, scary.
Tear me to pieces, huh?
Someone was getting ahead of himself.
Monica frantically tried to explain that I hadn’t been bullying her.
“Oh, but I was,” I said, cutting her off. “What are you going to do about it?”
I looked down at them both. “Starting tomorrow, one cello lesson a day. And neither of you is allowed to skip.”
With my husband gone, I was the queen of this castle.
Under my command, the two little ones were soon giving me a shoulder massage and washing my feet.
During the foot soak, Monica suddenly looked up. “If I’m not learning piano, why the cello?”
I rolled my eyes. “Because it’s cheaper, obviously.”
The piano lessons were $5,000 a pop. The cello lessons were only $3,000. That was a huge difference.
I could pocket the change, skimming a few hundred thousand for myself.
Hearing this, Matt almost fainted from rage.
