My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

robe. Where’s the Mercedes, she demanded. I pointed at the lake. Under the water, I said. Her mouth fell open. You put his car in the lake, she said. I applied the lesson, I told her.

Barbara and Richard arrived next, both still in robes, hair disheveled, faces stunned. Marcus, my mother said, have you lost your mind. My father stared at me like he’d continue reading …