A bemused expression crossed her features as she glanced up at her brother. She picked the instrument back up. They were both experts at the piano, it ran in their blood, but, the violin…they had a little trouble, or at least, she did.
“You know how to play the violin?”
“Maybe if you spent more time with me you’d know it.”
Not exactly her fault that he went to a boarding school, though even when they were on vacation she just seemed to care about another person, not him. As if he knew or not to play the violin, the answer would probably be ‘no’. While the blond was familiar with the notions, tempo and where to play the notes, playing it (well) was a completely different story.