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

morning and my phone would not stop ringing. Clare. Barbara. Richard. Derek. Clare again. Barbara again. I blocked every number, made a pot of coffee, and sat on my porch. Finally, quiet. Then an unknown number called through. I answered it.

Derek’s voice came through shaking, though trying hard to sound determined. We’re getting it out, he said. Getting continue reading …