I hate the violin store. When Marcel began playing the bass last summer, The Three and I took field trip to the city’s renowned store for all things strings. I was so pathetically excited. We were going to look at the double basses and to ask about rentals! It was going to be fun and informative and maybe, just maybe, we would be involved in a transaction that would involve the exchange of cash for an instrument on which he could practice. ‘Ooooh,’ one mother said to me beforehand, ‘just wait ‘til you go to the violin store (only she identified it by name)! It’s so beautiful and wonderful and lovely and they have the most amazing things and you are going to lovedy,…