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She worked her phone in a fumbly old-lady fashion while I turned to Raith a sympathetic smile "Uncle Norman wouldn’t have known treasure if it fell on hi to have difficulty with et, she nodded "Aha, here it is" She held out her phone with a grin

Rawson’s eyes widened slightly, and he let out a barely audible gasp I could tell he was trying to stay cal a poor job of it

I helped him hide his enthusiasm "See, I told you Just another piece of junk from my mother’s attic Sorry"

Rawson rose to Bea’s defense "Actually, this guitar could be more valuable than you think I’d have to have it checked out, of course Do you suppose I could see it?" He paused and straightened in his chair "And by the way, e"

I shook my new friend’s hand It was nice to be on a first-name basis with the mark "Deborah Gleason And you estured at Bea "This is my mother, Bonnie Gleason"

Rawson pulled his chair over to our table and continued his pitch "I’ll have you know that I’uitars As a matter of fact" He puffed out his chest and ser of the ‘Lord of Rock and Roll’" Keeping in character, we stared at hi him to explain who that was After a few seconds, he clarified his boss’s na it out loud was soious "Alejandro" He reached into his wallet and handed us a card

I took the card and shrugged, pretending to be unfamiliar with the Lord of Rock and Roll When I handed the card to Bea, she studied it and tucked it in her purse George beamed at my pretend mother "Mrs Gleason, could I convince you to let uitar? I’d like to take a closer look"

"Wait a hter "What would this guitar be worth, if it really was Stevie Ray Vaughan’s?"

"Oh, I don’t know" He fidgeted, obviously trying to avoid showing too much interest "A few thousand, perhaps You certainly don’t want to throw it out"