Light was streaming in the windows illuminating the white furniture, and splashing warmth on the walls. Anna sat tuning her guitar.
“A…A …B…B….G” she sang each note as she plucked.
I looked up from my latest writing piece.
”I think people need tuning. Just like my guitar. Who tunes people?”
I didn’t have to think, the answer sounded in my head much like a ringing A note.
”God does, honey…God tunes people.”