Danny clutched the case and pushed into the shop. Mendoza was perched on a stool at the counter caressing a Stratocaster.
“I been ‘specting you Danny, heard what happened.”
Danny set the case on the counter and popped it open. Inside was cradled his ’56 gold face Les Paul. The finish was dinged bad and the neck was bowed.
“Can you fix it?”
“I can straighten the neck and re-fret the fingerboard. The finish is probly done though. She threw it out in the rain, huh?”
“After she swung it at me; I don’t blame her, I prolly deserved it.”