David.”
“I asked for $1200. I got $850. But it was enough. I got it through the hospital, and it’s paid for. They’ll call when it’s ready.”
“Mostly isn’t a number, David.”
I closed my eyes.
That guitar had cost more, but not by much. It wasn’t reckless stupidity, and I had to admit he’d thought it through.
“Mom?”
I opened my eyes.
He was watching me carefully,continue reading …
