When he was young, Ed was beaten by bullies because he couldn’t get his into his locker fast enough. Goddamn combination lock.
After graduation, he enrolled in a key-making school where he learned to make a wide variety of keys – for the home, for lock boxes and safes, and even for skeletons.
He had a child. She would never suffer as he had. She would be safely surrounded by keys.
He spent the next twenty years working 16 hour days, 7 days a week. Eventually he had enough money.
He bought her a piano.
She never learned to play.