the leading tone

I was little more than 12 years old, had played at the Colón, and Perón had given me an appointment in the presidential residence. He asked me, “And where do you want to go, ñatita?” And I said I wanted to go to Vienna, to study with Gulda. It pleased him that I did not want to go to the United States. The funniest thing was that my mother, ingratiating herself to him, told him I would be delighted to play in a concert for the Secondary School Students’ Union…Perón began to let mamá ramble on, telling her, “Of course, señora, we will organize it,” while he winked at me, and under the table gestured ‘no’ with a finger. He was making fun of mamá and calming me.