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“Rocketing fears for Grandfather aside, the whole music puzzle starts to make sense. “It’s more than a flash mob,â€� I insist. “Ask Professor Walker, this is Grandfather’s exit song. It’s like his portal of departure.â€� But Mom’s not listening. She’s preoccupied, apparently puzzled by Dad’s astonishment. Why isn’t anyone listening to me?”
― Michael Benzehabe, Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe

“It’s funny,â€� John says, “how piano keys are black and white, yet they play a thousand different colors.â€�
“‘Cept there ain’t no piyana,� Captain Clark shushes.
John’s face goes blank. “Really? I thought I heard one.�
Captain Clark looks at me, almost apologetically. “He’s got Van Gogh’s ear fer music.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe