“What made you decide to take guitar lessons, Rose?” Rather than go on a legitimate hike, on the first Saturday in September, we decided to head over to Redondo Beach for a relatively easy, but nonetheless long, walk. It was a foggy, chilly morning and I wore yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt with the arms pulled down to cover my cold hands. Still, I shivered in the occasional light breeze. Truman wore shorts. I wondered if he ever got cold.
Chapter 8 - Rose
Chapter 8 - Rose
Chapter 8 - Rose
“What made you decide to take guitar lessons, Rose?” Rather than go on a legitimate hike, on the first Saturday in September, we decided to head over to Redondo Beach for a relatively easy, but nonetheless long, walk. It was a foggy, chilly morning and I wore yoga pants and an oversized sweatshirt with the arms pulled down to cover my cold hands. Still, I shivered in the occasional light breeze. Truman wore shorts. I wondered if he ever got cold.