Spinster piano teacher, she lived a life of quiet respectability and boredom. Eating alone over the sink of her studio apartment after hours of listening to ungrateful children butchering Bach on her old battered Steinway, her bitterness grew. Well now she’s getting some revenge. Those bony fingers are now (she hopes) scaring the crud out of the progeny of her ungrateful former students, none of whom went on to be real musicians! Her delicate arms long to embrace the hood of a large SUV or even a refrigerator door—a thinly-veiled reminder to avoid dessert before piano practice!