Brownie

        I was walking to my car when I saw her lying on the sidewalk. She caught my attention immediately. I changed course to take a look. She was old. I could tell that much. I knelt down and flipped her case open. She was beautiful; a brown shimmering color with barely a scratch on her. I picked her up and played some. Her strings were set a little high, but she was solid and straight otherwise. A Harmony steel string acoustic. She'd found her way to a yard sale in my neighborhood.
        "How much for the guitar?"I asked a lady.
        "Treinta!"
        Thirty? For a second I thought treinta was three hundred, but I had it mixed up. I kept calm. Unemotional.
        "Will you take twenty-five?"
        "Si." 
        I didn't have the money on me. I tried to explain to the lady that I'd get the money and come back. But my Spanish was so poor I think I told her that I didn't have the money today, that I'd be back today with the money. She looked confused but was nice enough to hold the guitar for me while I got the money.
        I discovered that the guitar is either a 1963 or 1964 Harmony H165 Mahogany. It has the Big Bill Broonzy sound I've been looking for. And I've always wanted a guitar made of mahogany.
        Just to let everybody know, the guitar and I have a polyamorous relationship. And that's just the way it is.