My Thirteen-Year-Old Son Sold His Guitar to Help a Classmate. The Police Visit the Next Morning Revealed What Really Happened.
“The important thing is you cooperated once it came to light.”
“I did.
But I also want you to know I didn’t resell it.
I kept it in the back room.
After he left, I worried about the whole thing.”
I looked around the shop.
Several beginner guitars hung near a poster advertising lessons for children.
Walter noticed where my gaze had landed.