Cornelia beckoned with a warm smile as she entered the garden and spotted her granddaughters,
"Rose, Alma, you're both here. Perfect, come over, my dears."
Rosemary had only wandered off a short distance when she heard her grandma call. She quickly returned to Cornelia's side.
"Grandma Cornelia, you needed to see both of us?" Alma's face broke into a smile as if nothing had happened earlier.
"Well, my dears, I have a friend who's a violin maestro, and she's been on the lookout for a protege.
She messaged me to ask if I knew anyone who might fit the bill. She's looking for real talent."
Cornelia still held her smartphone, the chat window open, "Rose's already a master in her own right,way beyond my friend's skill level, so it got me thinking about you."
She patted Alma's head affectionately, "You've loved the violin since you were a little girl, and you even took lessons from Oswald, but he never truly passed on the torch. My friend, she's more skilled than
