He told him the whole thing.

The chair, the casters, the hands, the nurse’s office, the guitar already gone, the five dollars short.

He stood at a counter and told a stranger the entire thing in about ninety seconds, because he was thirteen and because he had no idea that he was handing a man a problem.

And Dusty Vandermolen could have done three correct things.

He could have said no, which is the law.