in the dark with my heart pounding.
David had taught Caleb to play when he was seven. They’d sit on the back porch on summer evenings, David with his big old acoustic, Caleb with a cheap little half size one we got at a pawn shop, and David would show him the chords one at a time. G. C. D. Caleb’s fingers were too small and he’d get frustrated, and David would laugh and say, “Everybody’s fingers hurt at first, bud. That’s how you know you’re learning.”
When David got
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