You know how you're just about ready to take someone to task and they take the wind out of your sails by being so agreeable? Don't you just hate that?
Before we went away for the summer, I made sure to tell the school that Larysa's guitar would have to spend the school break there as I had no time to find it, let alone return it to our house. By the time we returned, the playground take on it was that it had been given to some other child in the school who had begun taking guitar lessons. I allowed the self-righteous anger build in my breast until I was ready to "beard the lion", so to speak, and confront our headteacher about their misplaced generosity.
Before I could get even one whole sentence out of my mouth, though, Mrs. Morrissey (who can scare the wits out of any human - child or adult) cheerfully jumped in with: "Oh, I think I just saw a guitar in the cafeteria, that's been there over the summer..." and proceeded to lead me to what appeared to be a snot-encrusted object.
'Ah', I thought to myself, 'at least here I have reason to vent...Someone's taken Larysa's pristine guitar in its case and left what appears to be a case with six week-old snail trails all over it.' I decided not to mention anything until I had checked to make sure it was indeed not Larysa's.
Thank God I did hesitate, because I proceeded to find her music notes inside the case.
So even though I left the school victorious, with the long-lost guitar in hand, I still felt a sense of deflation at not being able to express my worked up feelings that I'd nurtured so well.
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