If they knew I was about to have a conversation with the police about the body under the house, they’d pull me out of school, and scholarships be damned.
The fingerboard fell off twice more, and each time the child had applied a different sort of glue—first superglue, then gorilla glue, all in hopes that no one would find out she had broken her instrument.
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