One time when my wife and I got home from work, we sat talking in the living room and while we talked, we could hear Mark’s guitar gently playing in his room.
Mark had taken up the guitar, and had slowly improved as he practiced more and more, but that particular day he was sounding even better than usual.
Soon our oldest boy Chris and his wife Sarah arrived for a visit and Sarah mentioned Mark’s guitar playing sounding fairly good.
After a while, I decided to go let Mark know that his brother was visiting and as I got to his room, the guitar playing stopped. I knocked on his door. He didn’t answer. So, I opened the door, and you guessed it…
Nobody was there.