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I laid back on my bed, considering calling Erin and telling her what had happened. If there was anyone who could pick me up out of this slump, it would be my best friend. But I also didn’t want her to worry about me here. She had told me originally to rent a place in Key West so I could be close, but I was the one who picked this place.
I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t safe where I was living and her bug me to move closer to Key West again. I liked it here. I was just upset.
Another hour passed, but before the afternoon hit, I had my phone in hand and was calling my best friend. I had to talk to her and get this off my chest. She would get it. I knew she would, and I hoped she had something to say that would make me feel a little better about the fact my most prized possession was ruined in the process.
“Damn,” Erin said once I’d finished relating the incident to her. “What the fuck is wrong with people? Did you call the cops?”
“No,” I admitted. “And now I feel stupid for it. I’m sure it’s not too late if I want to now, but you know they’re not going to do anything to make him pay for the guitar, and that pisses me off.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m just glad you’re okay. That had to be terrifying.”
“It was. It didn’t register at the time, but when I was safe and realized what had just happened, then it hit me like a lead brick. Like, I don’t know what I would have done if he had actually tried to take me somewhere, which is what I felt he intended to try to do.”
“Thank God that other guy showed up,” she said.
“Right?” I agreed.
There was another knock at the door, and I glanced over to see who it was. It looked like a delivery person was walking away, so I told Erin to hang on a second.
“Maybe someone put in the wrong address or something,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Take me with you,” she told me. “I want to know what it is.”
“Okay.”
I walked to the door and opened it, surprised to see there was a guitar case sitting on the small steps outside.
“It’s a guitar case,” I said.
“Just a case?” Erin asked.
“Hold on,” I told her. I picked up the case and took it inside the house with me, setting it on the counter before opening it.
“Jesus!” I gasped.
“What is it?”
“It’s a Gibson J-200!” I told her.
“What’s that?”
“It’s like a five-thousand-dollar acoustic guitar!” I explained. “And there’s a note.”
“A note?” Erin asked. “You know you’re going to have to tell me what that says, too.”
“It says,Remember, everything is replaceable, except you. G.” I read.
“G?”
“Gavin,” I told her, not even having to guess who would have done this for me.
“Aw, how sweet,” she said. “Are you sure he’s as big of an asshole as you thought?”
“Oh, he is,” I assured her. “I’m just super confused right now. This guitar is ridiculously expensive, and he’s just going to give me one? He’s so weird anyway. I’m not sure what to think.”
“I think you just got yourself a new guitar,” Erin said.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
