Grandmother frowned. “I can’t hear without my hearing aids, sweetheart.”
“Can’t you put the earbuds on top of them?” There was no room. Michael saw Grandmother losing hope and he sighed. He had finally found the song his grandparents had first danced to, and now he couldn’t even share it.
“Can you plug it into my stereo?”
“You have a stereo?” Michael grabbed the connector from his backpack, but this stereo had no input jacks. Not even an FM tuner. It looked like a wooden refridgerator turned sideways.
So Michael listened to Jimmy Dorsey himself and hummed along for Grandmother.
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Title by: Tim Sevenhuysen
Story by: Nick
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Awww, Nick… I remember that stereo!