May I play the piano?
He stands at the open door and asks, ‘May I play the piano?’ I stumble. I am far away and can’t hear clearly to what he says. His name is Dale, but I don’t know it yet. I have only seen him before at night, trying to sleep on the floor, right at this same doorstep. I have had to ask him to move his feet a little bit so that I can get out and once he asked me to turn off the lights so that it’s easier for him to sleep. Sometimes, I have heard him being angry for reasons