Chapter 14
Unable to concentrate on this report I was being forced to turn in by Monday, I peeked over my laptop screen again and discreetly observed Lei. I never got tired of watching his face when he worked. He had a look of pure concentration now, leaning closer to the soundboard of an upright piano. He pressed down on that same white key he’d been playing in the last minutes and frowned at the sound. Then there was that familiar little twitch in his cheek and he pressed the note again. Using a small wrench, turning clockwise, he tightened the string, before playing the note one more time.
It was late Friday night and the Knight store was closed. I sat on the wide windowsill with my laptop on—well, on my lap. As usual, after a pretty chaotic day, everyone had left and Lei had gone ups
