Part Thirteen: What Maya Said and What She Meant

Maya cried.

She put both hands over her face and cried, and she said: “Your Stratocaster?

Julian, no.

You loved that guitar.”

And she said: “Why would you do that for me?”

And my son shrugged in the way that thirteen-year-old boys shrug when they are trying to shrink a mountain, and said: “Because you needed it.

It’s wood and wire.