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"
You
do
?
"
Dad
nodded
.
"
Gramps
thinks
that
he
somehow
exerted
pressure
on
me
to
change
my
life
.
"
"
Well
,
did
he
?
"
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"
I
suppose
in
an
indirect
way
he
did
.
By
being
who
he
is
,
by
showing
me
what
a
father
is
.
"
"
But
you
were
a
good
dad
when
you
played
in
a
band
.
The
best
dad
.
I
wouldn
t
want
you
to
give
that
up
for
me
,
"
I
said
,
feeling
suddenly
choked
up
.
"
And
I
don
t
think
Teddy
would
,
either
.
"
Dad
smiled
and
patted
my
hand
.
"
Mia
Oh
-
My
-
Uh
.
I
m
not
giving
anything
up
.
It
s
not
an
either
-
or
proposition
.
Teaching
or
music
.
Jeans
or
suits
.
Music
will
always
be
a
part
of
my
life
.
"
"
But
you
quit
the
band
!
Gave
up
dressing
punk
!
"
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Dad
sighed
.
"
It
wasn
t
hard
to
do
.
I
d
played
that
part
of
my
life
out
.
It
was
time
.
I
didn
t
even
think
twice
about
it
,
in
spite
of
what
Gramps
or
Henry
might
think
.
Sometimes
you
make
choices
in
life
and
sometimes
choices
make
you
.
Does
that
make
any
sense
?
"
I
thought
about
the
cello
How
sometimes
I
didn
t
understand
why
I
d
been
drawn
to
it
,
how
some
days
it
seemed
as
if
the
instrument
had
chosen
me
.
I
nodded
,
smiled
,
and
returned
my
attention
to
the
game
.
"
King
me
,
"
I
said
.