Clare’s head throbbed as she listened to her young pupil Emily screech her way through her favorite pop song. This girl is awful, Clare grumbled as she accompanied her on the piano. When it was finally, thankfully, over, Gwen, Emily’s mother, clapped with reverential fervor. When she noticed Gwen’s glare, Clare raised her hands from the piano keys and joined the applause. Emily curtsied.
Gwen rose from the couch and handed Clare an envelope fat with cash.
“Thanks, Clare, I’m so glad Em has found something she’s good at.”
Clare smiled as she pocketed the envelope.
“So am I, Gwen.”