Often Sol invited me to his home for dinner. The family had a cook in a white uniform who worked in a kitchen of gleaming chrome and shining utensils.
Finally Sol pointedly asked if he could COME to our house. I had to say yes. I knew nothing would make Mama happier.
An exercise,a composition,or an arrangement in which a performer sings sol - FA syllables or other meaningless vocal sounds rather than a text.
But to my amazement, Sol politely finished his bowl and then asked for two more. I like it a lot, " he said, slurping.
"Eh, Sol, "Mama asked,"you know what this is ?""Soup ?" Sol responded.
But I was in a state of anxiety. Eating with my family would turn Sol Off completely, I believed.
The day Sol came over I was a nervous wreck. Mama and the other nine family members welcomed him with embraces and slaps on the back.