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

my property, I told him. I’ll pay for the guitar, he said. I’ll get you a new one. Just drop the suit. I used his own words back at him. Can’t replace it, I said. It’s irreplaceable. Then I hung up.

At eleven that night my doorbell rang. Clare stood outside my apartment, mascara running down her face, looking as though she’d been crying for hours straight.continue reading …