The Song Reader
Chapter One
My sister Mary Beth was a song
reader. Song reading was her term for
it and she invented the art as far as I
know. It was kind of like palm
reading, she said, but instead of
using hands, she used music to read
people's lives. Their music. The songs
that were important to them from as
far back as they could remember. The
ones they turned up loud on their car
radios and found themselves driving a
little faster to. The ones they sang in
the shower and loved the sound of
their own voice singing. And of
course, the songs that always made
them cry on that one line nobody else
even thought was sad.
Her customers adored her. They took
her advice - to marry, to break it off
with the low-life jerk, to take the new
job, to confront their supervisor with
how unfair he was - and raved about
how much better off they were. They
said she was gifted. They swore she
could see right into their hearts.
From the beginning, my sister took it
so seriously. She'd been doing
readings less than a month when she
had those cards printed up. Each one
said in bold black letters:
Mary Beth No ... read full excerpt from The Song Reader ebook
