Therapy At The Estate (Private RP)

[Doc Holliday]

Doc smiled as he listened. He had her interest and while adoption was well, quite premature, just being amongst them was often soothing. He sensed a golden opportunity. He sipped his beer and put his finger up, "I know...." He put his finger down. ".....when this storm finally subsides, I will be going to one of the camps. Just being among those kids, them running to you....it's really quite satisfying. If you can just be a friend or put on a band-aid, they'll love you."

He then turned his focus to the piano. It was a personal favorite item of his. He walked over and sat on the bench.
"My mother taught me some basic piano before she died," he said in sort of a memory, "she was a woman of faith and while I was as a child, I didn't follow that."
He rolled his fingers down the keyboard and back up again, gently bringing the piano to life. He did this as he thought of what song to lead into. A favorite of his late mother came to mind. He mentioned nothing of his father's insistence on classical piano study. When he played, he played from the heart. Frederic Chopin was the favorite that began to come from the half-opened piano.

Chopin

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