05-31-2009, 10:57 AM
Abigail got more into playing the piano. Her fingers brushing the keys with the slightest pressure. She stared out the window, admiring the view. She heard somebody stop infront of the door. Abi figured it was her husband.
"Hello, Casey," said the girl, "What's up?"
"Hello, Casey," said the girl, "What's up?"