After too many years of struggle, I finally told Lewis, “I can’t give you cello lessons anymore. You seem unable to use any of my information or advice; therefore there’s no point in continuing.”
I don’t recall his reaction except that he was upset. So was I, only it didn’t hit until late that evening after Lewis was in bed. Then I sat on the couch with my husband, Ellis, and cried and cried.
“I tried as hard as I could,” I sobbed. “Lewis and I both did. What went wrong?”