The sound of the door opening snapped Rose out of her thoughts and abruptly ended the tune she was playing. She pulled the flute from her lips and looked toward the door, where she saw Edna staring at her with a dumbfounded expression. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her brows were raised to the middle of her forehead.
"It's just ye, Edna," Rose said with a look of relief, placing the flute beside her on the bed. She thought the flute might have drawn the wrong person's attention.
"What was that?" Edna asked, taking a step closer.
"What?" Rose asked, slightly confused.
Edna pointed toward the flute lying beside Rose. "You can play that?"
"The flute?" Rose asked, glancing at the flute and then back at Edna.
"Yes," Edna gushed, dropping onto the bed and picking up the flute. "It sounded really nice."
Rose smiled at her.
"Who taught you?" Edna asked, still surprised.
"Well, no one. I've just 'ad a lot of practice," she chuckled.
