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Return
‘It’s a Cordoba C10,’ Henry said, holding the guitar as gently as he might a new-born lamb. ‘Handmade. It cost a small fortune. I bought it in Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania, believe it or not. I was nineteen years old, backpacking around Europe during the summer. I always liked to stay off the beaten track, so I found myself wandering out to this old part of town, and I found this little music shop having a closing sale.’ He shrugged. ‘It was the only item not discounted. The owner said he’d rather keep it himself than give it away cheap.’
Maggie nodded. She knew nothing about guitars other than that her father had owned a beat-up acoustic which he brought out once a year to s*******r Happy Birthday in front of her shocked school friends. ‘It’s beautiful,’ she said. ‘How d
