My Thirteen-Year-Old Son Sold His Guitar to Help a Classmate. The Police Visit the Next Morning Revealed What Really Happened.
“The sample chair was purple,” she announced.
“Purple is good,” he said.
“It was extremely purple.
Like somebody dipped a spaceship in grape juice.”
“Did you like it?”
“I liked turning without clipping every doorway.
The color is negotiable.”
Noah laughed.