““Steinway,” he said, his tongue poked behind his lips as if to suppress a boastful smile. Stepping out of the elevator she said, “Oh, sure. The factory over in Long Island City.” “A baby grand,” he added with such sudden animation that she thought for a moment he might follow her into the hallway to say more. But the doors were once again butting against his arm. “No kidding?” She smiled at him. He was very young. “How’d you even get it up here?””
