“I want to play an electric guitar,” Ed told Daddy Wes.
“We’ll see, dear,” he replied in a voice that meant, “probably not.”
But next weekend, at a garage sale, he saw one: A cherry red, silver-stringed, ready-to-rock electric guitar with a black and grey amplifier.
“That’s the one,” said Ed. “I want it.”
“Maybe another time,” said Daddy Wes.