That first afternoon was intentionally planned to be a short meeting, a "chemistry check" so to speak. Less than five minutes into our afternoon thoug..., I knew I'd regret having set limits on our first meeting; I knew I'd want to break my rules and hers.Back online we immediately started planning this trip. We both knew that afternoon was too short, too much of a tease. Our flights brought us both through Miami on the way to Barbados and waiting for her in that terminal was unbearable. I knew. Now, if I looked down at German accordions, not even giving them a chance by listening to and/or playing one, you can only imagine my dislike for Chinese accordions. At the thought of their beloved Italian, piano accordions being made in China, Pietro Deiro, Charles Magnante, Lawrence Welk, Art Van Damme, and Dick Contino must be rolling over in their graves. If only he were still alive, I can just see Mao Zedong playing his beloved, Chinese made accordion while reading his little, red book and. “I thought I would just get everything taken off but now I’m not sure. Do you mind if I ask which one you have?” She looks at me with raised eyebrows and a smirk and I feel sure that I am about to get a sharp rebuke and a lecture that I should mind my own business. But, instead, she continues to stare me straight in the eye as she walks over to me and stops. She is practically on top of me. I turn the book around to let her point out the design she sports. “See for yourself,” she says and. Please leave.”Doris ran up the stairs.King took my hand and led me back outside into the yard followed by Kong and Fang.“It looks like it’s going to be in the back of your van,” said King.“I’m not in the mood now,” I said.“But Fang is, and you made a promise,” insisted King propelling me to my vehicle. I got in and he climbed in the passenger beside me. Kong and Fang got in the rear seats. “I think I’ve got a better idea.”“Where we going?” I asked.“Just drive. I’m still thinking.” King said..