His lips trembled when he heard. That was not how he was taught. For if disaster would hit him, his lips should remain utterly stiff. But this was inconceivable; he couldn’t be helped. They weren’t supposed to drink, he knew that. And the fact that the neighbour’s son had to have his stomach emptied, didn’t exactly help. But his father’s decision was out of proportion, the punishment too severe. Father was emptying the band’s shag and selling their equipment. He would never play the keyboard again.
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