Today is the day we take Riley’s cello back to the violin store we’ve been renting it from. I gave her plenty of warning. Allowed her to spend a couple extra days with it.
This morning, when it was time to go, she said from the living room,
“Mom. We can’t take the cello back. She’s sick!”
Walking into the room I saw this,
She looked up at me with sorrowful eyes,
“The A string is loose. The D and C strings are off tune.”
She slumped and sighed, adding, “G is okay.”
It’s sad saying good-bye to a friend. Even if they did give you a shit load of trouble.