2/12: company & accompaniment
Chris got a guitar. Wilkie usually cries whenever a musical instrument is played, but he hasn't meowed at the guitar. This evening we all hung out in Chris' room as he played. Emma attacked scraps of paper, Wilkie purred, and I paged through Lewis and Clark's journals, reading odd bits aloud, while Chris strummed and picked on the guitar. It has a rich, soft sound.
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