For many months, on her way to and from school each day, Gloria had paused at the pet shop window to gaze with a combination of adoration and desire at the pretty little accordion nestled there in its kennel.
Each night at the dinner table she would beg her parents to let her have an accordion –and not just any accordion, but the one, lonely accordion in the pet shop window. How she longed to have that accordion in her arms, to have it for her very own!
Her father, however, was insistent that they would never have an accordion in their home; Gloria, he said, was much too young, and an accordion was a serious and expensive thing. The world, he proclaimed, was already full of abandoned and unloved accordions.
Perhaps, her mother said, when she was a bit older, Gloria might get an accordion. But her father looked sternly at his daughter across the table and said, Not as long as I am in charge of this house. I don’t have a moment of peace and quiet and can barely make ends meet as it is.
At this, Gloria’s mother winked at her and said, Someday you will be older and you can work hard and save your money for an accordion of your own.
Finally, one day when she had all but given up hope, Gloria came home from school to find the pet shop accordion wrapped in a red bow and resting on her bed. She took it lovingly in her arms and was startled to discover how much larger it had grown since the first day she had laid eyes on it in the store window.
And then, as she cradled the accordion in her arms, Gloria found herself seized with a sort of panic that cast a dark shadow over her joy. An accordion, she suddenly realized, was a tremendous and perhaps terrible responsibility.
What, she wondered, shall be my accordion’s name? And what will I feed it?
As Gloria studied her accordion intently and ran her fingers over its beautiful details she also thought, How will I ever sleep again?
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