7.Little poufs and tables of knickknacks spring up like mushrooms, and the walls are lined with Stratocasters and Flying Vs, violins, an assortment of harps, one stout cello propped up in the corner.
8.They find their way onto the lush purples and reds of the Persian rugs on the floor, Henry's head in Alex's lap and Bea on a pouf, plucking away at a weird little instrument she tells Alex is called an autoharp.