I am, at heart, a gullible person.
Anybody who knows me, who really, really knows me understands that, and probably has exploited that fact at least once or twice. I’ve become used to it, although depending on the gravity of the situation, I still get frustrated over being fooled.
Now, there is a limit to said gullibility. [...]

When I got home from a morning full of errands, a violin in my hand after over ten years of going without, a brief e-mail was waiting. Listen and love, it read, and so I did. More than anything else, though, I watched his hands.
You never had a strong vibrato, I told myself.