Hiro stared at the Casio. “You know what a Barthel Index is for a pianist, Doctor? It’s a lie. My fingers move. I can press a key. That’s a 10 for ‘feeding’ and a 0 for ‘grooming.’ But music isn’t a task on your list. Grace isn’t on your list. Dignity isn’t there.”
Hiro smiled. “That’s not on your index.” barthel indeks
The doctor slowly tore the top sheet off his clipboard, crumpled it, and dropped it in the trash. He pulled up a chair beside the piano. Hiro stared at the Casio